Today has been mostly 'wasted' time ... cold, snowy and rainy, muddy and gray. I had the septic tank cleaning folks out but that turned into a waste, too. Apparently the plumbing lines leading to the tank are broken and holed to the point that they need replacing (the sewage is running into an open ground soil tank near the old apple tree which, I do not doubt, enjoys the extra nitrogen fertilizer). Sigh. Fixing the lines would cost around $2000 so that is out (especially since this is not our property any more).
Other than deal with them (and the nasty weather the poor guys had to work in while they were here), I've read a book (The Long War by Terry Pratchet and somebody S.B), roamed the internet, played some solitaire, cooked dinner, ordered myself a pair of rain boots (so muddy mucky here, I thought it was a good investment), and generally twiddled my thumbs.
I thought I might sew but could never focus on a single project to start on. Sigh. Some days my cricket brain just won't settle down.
I did notice (as the man with his big booted feet tramped through my mother's flower beds) that the crocus are starting to push up through the leaf mulch - hence the photo above. That little blue-puple flower bud really stood out on such a gray day - so brave!