Marshalling the troops

T had a game scheduled for today, but it was rained out. We got the call about five minutes after we were supposed to have left to for his pre-game practice. No one is upset about the game being cancelled. It's FREEZING out there. I had visions of that scene in "A Christmas Story" where the mother bundles up the youngest brother so much that he can't put his arms down. . . only I'd have four children in that predicament. Now, the rest of the day is just cruise control. I'm going to try to marshal the forces and get some cleaning done in the basement. I don't think that I'll ever again be foolish enough to say "clean the basement", but I have enough spit and vinegar in me to imagine that we might enact some works of organization upon the space before the day has waned. We have already experienced a bit of success in the arena of basement organization this week, so my hopes are high. Don't they say that happiness is when what you want to do and what you have to do are the same thing? I guess I'm pretty happy today, then. I have all the time in the world to accomplish just a little bit of something that I've wanted to do for a very long time. We have been smiled upon today.