I did not "jump" out of bed until 10:00 am, then my husband made me coffee and breakfast before telling me he wanted to go to the dump today. Our patio was filled with junk from our family room remodel: the old carpet, wood, the old carpet pad, just general junk. I actually had forgotten about it and it wasn't exactly what I had in mind to do today, but who am I to get in the way of my husband's spontaneous desire to clean up? It doesn't happen very often so I was willing to participate.
On the way home I did find out underlying reasons for his decision. His truck's window motor is broken and he's ordered a new one. It will probably be raining when it comes and he'll need to pull the truck under the patio when he fixes it. Hey, whatever - I don't really care what his reasons are, it's just nice to have it done before spring and nice to have it done before I have to get mad and frustrated about it to get it done. It's nice that is wasn't my idea. So the patio is clean and neat again and he is pretty proud of himself; which is fine with me too.