Went to church.
Dug up potatos from the garden.
Harvested beans. Ever heard the phrase "a hill of beans"? I now own that hill. They're drying on the front porch as we speak.
Started a five gallon batch of mead.
Today? Back on my head. Ever heard that old joke about a man who dies and has to choose between heaven and hell? He chooses hell because heaven is people standing chest deep in shit, and hell is people standing in shit that's up to their calf. Only after he chooses hell, Satan comes in and says "OK People! Break's over! Back on your heads!"
That's my phrase for my little lovely office. "BACK ON YOUR HEADS!"