THE DISHES.  Stop snickering, in a house with two bachelors, this is no mean feat.  Particularly when one of said bachelors (not me) has a penchant for cooking disgusting meat dishes.  
 
Next task is to stumble out into the darkness and get two baskets of firewood before the snow arrives.  Then I'm going to wire up one of 1200s to my McIntosh C-22 and give its tube phono section a listen.  More on that later.