I didn't want to fall into the trap of frantically reminding everyone that "we have a lot to do" all morning. So while I was deciding what to just put on the back burner for the day something magical happened.
A truck full of men and women pulled up with chainsaws and started cutting down the dead tree in our front yard.
Presto! Free hour-long entertainment.
It was the best. I almost felt like I should go out and thank them for putting up with my sons' questions and comments like, "Guys, are you cutting down the wrong tree?" (They weren't.)
Today I am thankful for the gift of an hour.