That'll be my morning.
My place is almost livable now. I just have a stack of papers from Ferndale to sort through and file. And a few miscellaneous items scattered around. And a fair number of things that aren't essential that could be done. Hang my paintings again, for instance. But not rush.
And then I can start filling my November and December with activity. I don't know what really. No decisions on the rest of my life for a while though.