I weed-whacked what wasn't a tree or shrub, including the giant bed or oregano (winter haircut!), and pulled out a lot of weeds by hand. Hmm, there are actually irises down under the matts of grass. I really need to dig and reset them before spring starts them growing. And dig out all the diseased roses, like the General Kliber moss rose, which has had maybe five blossoms in all its history, but is a host for every fungus on earth, and similarily dispatch the roses that have reverted to rootstock. (Dr. Huey is pretty, but I'd rather have a rose I intended to plant, thanks.)
I put some potato cuttings into boxes out by the compost pile, in hopes of new potatos in Dutch Yellow, Allblue, and Russian Banana. I was very annoyed that the rats had apparently stolen the Russian Banana sets that I had carefully placed in a container of damp earth in the toolshed. All I had for replenishing those was a single set that had escaped harvest, and magically appeared out of a pot of soil I was using to top up a planter I'd seeded with lettuce and turnips, after harvesting the last of the beets for Saturday dinner.