I was out in the front yard attempting to clean up debris from a recent storm with a DeWalt (reciprocating?) saw that essentially makes a loud noise and vibrates enough to shake my whole upper body without cutting anything. (Did I mention I hate yard work?) I managed to drag the limbs over to my compost bin and strip them of leaves. I suppose I will stash them in the garage for the time being. A condo looks better all the time.
And it's my SO's deathaversary, which just makes me sad/mad all over again. On top of that, there is nothing appealing to eat in the house. Maybe I'll rummage for freezer-burned Brussels Sprouts. Today is not a good day.