Later: I got a few hours of sleep, but what I got felt like it was pretty restful.
Mom and I made it to the library in the late morning, and I picked up the books I'd reserved about the history of Jim Crow. I looked at a book about Strom Thurman when I got home. I'd read his oldest daughter's book, how she kept it a secret for many decades that her mother was a teenaged African-American maid (if I remember correctly) in the Thurmond household when the young Strom Thurmond got her mother pregnant. There's some local interest, as the daughter was sent to live with relatives in Pennsylvania.
After that, I changed into clothes suitable for garden work, and transplanted daffodils and other bulbs from vases of water and pots with pebbles supporting the bulb into pots with soil in them. Basically I scattered lots of dirt around, but I swept the front porch and the floor of the garage afterward. I didn't get the carpets in the downstairs section of the house notably more muddy, so that was good.