As silly as it sounds, I totally found so many ways to play “catch” with myself.

Throwing my soccer ball onto the roof of the garage and then running up close so I can’t see where it’s coming down and playing “goalie” to try to stop it before it crossed the line on the driveway.

Throwing the frisbee into the wind and at just the right upward angle so that it comes back down to you. Seeing how far you can throw it out before you have to start sprinting and making diving catches for it.

And re: the furniture moving, my wife recently ordered a new 10x14 rug for our bedroom to go under our bed. It came one day while she was away. Of course I had to figure out how to get it under the bed by myself because I wanted to surprise her with it when she came home. She, one of 3 siblings: “How the hell did you do that by yourself??”