Two, perhaps counting differently, three things done.

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The first thing(s) to be done, actually three if you count it all, was responding to emails.  I received three... either last night after I had gone to bed or sometime this morning.  Queries regarding participation in things I wish to participate in.  However, receiving them so late, I had no chance to respond in the time given, which was past by the time I received.  No worries.  That is life, often enough.  Still, I responded in the affirmative, but this time I put the events into my cell calendar.  Hmm... when I kill my smartphone, I might need to find another device that works as such.  It is handy, if I would rather not be spied upon through it's use.  Further, I asked for the next meeting date, and when that arrives, will put that in my calendar too.  If it is regular, which it should be, I'll then schedule it as such.  I won't make all of the meetings, or help every time, but I would like to do something.

After that, a bathroom break.  I realized it was cold this morning, down to 27 F.  While that isn't truly cold, especially given the time of year, it is unusually cool for how things have been going.  So I turned the furnace up just a smidgen on my way to the bathroom.  I did my business, but realized I had not cleaned the mop.  Now, recently, I bought good mops.  Industrial type mops.  Two handles and four heads, perhaps.  Plus a real mop caddy.  Which is fine, I like solid equipment.  But, if I am going to lay out the extra loot for better equipment, I am required, by conscience, to tend these things.  So I cleaned the mop and caddy, and set the mop to dry in the caddy, and will adjust it every few days until properly dried.

Those things sort of just got in my way.  I'm not officially up to work quite yet.  But the efforts do make me think that I might get to some other things yet today.  And tomorrow I will be helping finish the raking.  The front and other side are what is left.  I may get out early, and remove the branches and twigs that have fallen, so that just raking is needed.  And, before long, I might just have that bonfire I have mentioned.  It won't work tomorrow.  Perhaps I will ask my friend, and perhaps have him ask one of his friends, to come over for hot dogs and schmores to celebrate the burn.  Nothing like a little company around a fire.

More coffee, perhaps a touch of reading, and then on to work.  I do need to warm up just a bit anyway.  Later.