At 11 a.m., I have accomplished a few things this morning. The Christmas tree is down and migrated to boxes and places in the basement. (Several of my neighbors’ trees are still up!) That led to a major dusting and sweeping and vacuuming of the main floor.
And then Samson needed a bath, so he received one. I’ll traumatize him more in the morning with a tooth-brushing.
Meanwhile, and speaking of migrations, I have commenced moving things in the basement, since the foundation repair begins on Monday morning. I’ll have muscle tomorrow evening to help with much of this, for which I will be grateful and also provide homemade lasagna.
This Saturday is unseasonably temperate; the windows are open at home to provide fresh air and clear away the odors and reminders of the brief winter so far.