Color my hair, because hopefully it will be a long time before it’s okay to do that again.
Drink my last glass of wine.
Maybe eat sushi.
Finish all the laundry, which is completely out of control, but must be done before the Boy’s visit next week. Since I won’t be able to lift and carry on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, it has to be done by tomorrow night.
Clean, though sparingly, for the Boy’s visit, and get his room made up.