Without a doubt, this has been the most productive/relaxing week in recent memory. I've accomplished a lot...a sewing project, some painting, a little cooking and baking, gardening, reading, knitting...and I've done it all without being pressured. It's the first time in a long time that I've cleaned just for me; no company coming or guests expected. Usually that's the case...non-stop harried cleaning (and moving stuff into my room to "hide") and working to the point of exhaustion. This has been fairly pleasant. I've only left the house twice since last Friday...to grocery shop, and a quick stop at Lowe's for black gloss paint...and I've been perfectly content. The beginnings of agoraphobia?