Plans changed.

"Ooof..." He woke to massive weight pressing down on his chest and a wet snout brushing against his cheek "Mist... Mist, yer heavy. Get off. Go on, get." He shoved the massive dog aside and slowly sat up. Somewhere during the night, his head had lost its pillow whether by the dog moving carefully or him simply shifting on the floor but either way it was not the best awakening he had. 
He remembered his guest sleeping in the other room and so tried to be quiet for the start of the morning while the darkness still loomed. The pair of dogs were let out to stretch their legs and wander around the yard. After the first business of the morning was taken care of he ventured back inside and into the kitchen where thick slices of bacon were thrown on the pan to fry up, two eggs cracked into a pot of boiling water and to top it all off slices of bread were placed in the fireplace toaster. Coffee was brewed and the whole meal ready for when his guest got up. Coffee and biscuit would not do well enough this morning.
The two spoke into the early morning but when the sun began to rise a polite excuse was given so that he could step outside and follow the usual routine of waking the farm with flute playing. Only Spit joined the howling this morning while the other pair kept a close eye on the guest, although more at ease with his company now.
Learning that the morning chores had to get started his guest gave his farewell and thanks, promising a visit another time.
When the chores were done it was time for the midday meal but it was then that, to his horror, he realized that he had run out of salt. No home could be called such without salt to be found. Not being able to wait nearly a week to refill the jar he put on his new clothes and ventured to the town to visit the market. It was there he overheard people talking about a gathering later in the day and all were invited to attend that cared to. He did not hesitate to inquire further about this event and learned it was just a stone throw away from his own land. The plans for the day had changed.
It was already late afternoon when he returned home and after putting away what he had gotten and changed into his work clothes again the man grabbed a pair of buckets and began his trips back and forth from the lake to fill the small tub he owned. It would take awhile to heat the water for a bath and so he figured he could finish all that needed to be done, have his bath and be ready to leave when the time came.
He felt excited at the thought since this would be a fine way to meet more people and get to know those that might live closer to the town or within it. Maybe learn of new neighbors that weren't as far away as he might have expected and the promise of drink and food never hurt. Not during this time of the year. He knew he would have to work fast to get everything done because when a man is busy, the time simply flies by.