Cold sun and a Saturday. Maybe I'll hang some clothes on the line, or try to mend the snowplow damage in the yard, or prune something or other, or experimentally dig, or carry a few hard-budded daffodils into the house in hopes of coaxing a bloom. With a prospective high of 45 degrees, the day will not exhale the balmy breath of springtime, but I might be able to pretend.
Whatever I do today, it will not involve working at my desk. There's been far too much of that lately.