I have a small problem. I can't wind down.
The last few weeks of work each spring are like a whirlwind. I get to work really early and leave no earlier than usual -- often working 10-12 hour days.
By the time I get to July 1, the official start of my summer vacation, I am so used to running on the proverbial treadmill that I can't get off.
That tends to translate into frantic cleaning of the apartment. And by cleaning, I mean scrubbing, not just straightening.
Today, for example, I got up, read my email, played some Farmville and then bleached and scrubbed all the painted surfaces in the bathroom.
Then, after waiting for the bleach smell to wear off, scraped and spackled. Took a walk with the family and picked up some supplies for my new watering system for the terrace.
Now I'm waiting for the primer to dry so I can paint it ...
I should be weaving but the loom is kind of blocked in with all the stuff that came out of the bathroom ...
I could sit and read a book ...
but I can't sit still for more than a few minutes at a time ... I think I'll set up the watering system.
(oh, and I might have done some work type work while waiting for the primer to dry ...)