I'm having a productive day. Changed my own oil and filters. Did an inspection on my (little, old, not the new one) Jeep and ordered new tires for it since the ones on it are from uhhhhfar too long ago. Made a date to pick them up and have the old ones swapped off the rims. Regretted nothing.
Bought a dress.
Read that it's the thirty-second anniversary of the Montreal Massacre. That's a very long time. I still mark it though, every year.
Bought groceries. It was snowing. We were up at five, geeking out. We headed out before seven and figured we would just get things done today.
We wolfed down coffee and croissants. And fried potatoes too.
We did not shovel anything except the dog ramp and Duncan's steps. And now we're making supper. French Dips and fries. Yum.