Until about the time I usually go to bed, I was extremely relaxed about the prospect of tomorrow's chores. Then I got...kinda fidgety. "One more thing...okay, but one more...okay, but one more."
There will be several more things before I go to bed. But small ones, I hope.
Also, Certain Parties are not in my good graces for killing off my favorite characters in their recent novels, and you KNOW WHO YOU ARE, MOLE AND BEAR.
Also, my brain thinks that it may be time to revise What We Did now. Which it is not. It's not even time to do it tomorrow. It may, however, be time to jot little notes about revision in my paper journal. That part's fine. I think.