Now that we're organized, what do we do?

I'd've set this up a long time ago if I'd known it didn't cost me anything.

Currently on vacation in Colorado, and my hosts told me that this
service is free. I'd been considering putting up some random essays,
and this is a nice low-pressure place to stow them.

The title of this post is an old Shipman family trope. We would pack
the car for a vacation and Mother would say, "Now that we're organized,
what do we do?"

Once we got underway, Dad's ritual was borrowed from his father, as
he said, "We're off, in a cloud of powdered horse manure!"

Dad and Mother were both born in 1918, so Dad's dad might have
come by his horse manure quite honestly.