Tonight there will be walkies, even though it's ass-cold out there. We've been doing good on walks, bumping up to the mid-length (45-minute) walk as the standard. Since it's now dark by the time I get home, it doesn't matter what time we walk other than the doggy's perception that WeMustGoWalkiesRightNow, so we usually walk right away or she's nigh unto insufferable.
Beyond that, I shall not plan. I have a limited pool of options from which to choose, and I shall play it by ear, fly by the seat of my pants, grease the monkey with walrus butter.
One of those options will probably be finding better cliches.
Okay, Thursday night probably has to be for grocery shopping and packing. That leaves tonight and tomorrow for the transom window. That does mean a bit of unpacking of the 'Sploder, since I have a couple of sheets of Lexan in there, ostensibly for the window.
