The boys made poop soup this morning, so I'll have to go back out and get them water sometime soon - now that the well pump is powered again. They'll want hay too. That will probably be a lunchtime trek.
I have a cat on my lap, a laptop on the table, and a pretty view on sunshine on the snow. Maybe I'll put the kettle on the wood stove and make myself some tea.
The limit to my contentment is likely going to be when I hit the I hate me now ceiling and absolutely HAVE to take a shower.