I see that you're wearing brown today, even if only in spirit. Your walls must be decorated wonderfully with that much sprite in your hands, though I'd love to encourage you to arrange your sneakers by the door in rows, neatly, with a towel beneath them to catch and collect the mud.
And if you don't bake, might I recommend you still buy flour. You can always cup it in your palms to pour on roasted potato wedges and thyme-seasoned meatballs, gluten free, of course.
However, all this comes with the direst warning: do not try any of this at home, whether or not your windows are open.
And please, always, keep a pillow nearby. You'll thank me when you fall asleep at the threshold between yesterday and tomorrow.