The comparatively mild day was quite enjoyable, and I chose to do no work of any sort other than cleaning Portia's litter box. I didn't even bother to remove the plants that are on the verge of choking the front yard water spigot. Maybe I'll get them tomorrow, as the weather is expected to be pretty much a rerun of today's. By Wednesday it will probably be raining again, and it will certainly be cold. On Thursday there might even be snow. I'll mind less after this nice two-day respite, though.
That potato is smelling close to done. I'm going to go turn the oven up to 400 for the last twenty minutes so the skin will get crisp, and fire up the broccoli. I think there's something I want to watch on television, too, but I've forgotten what it is. Doesn't matter, I guess. Baked potato makes anything better.