My husband was at gaming. My older daughter was visiting the bio-Dad. My younger daughter was napping. Even the dog was just mellowly hanging out in the window leaving nose prints.
So, did I sit down, put my feet up and eat bonbons? Did I read a book, play a videogame?
I worked out. I cleaned off the top of the piano and reorganized it. I continued my reorganization of the livingroom shelves. I made strawberry muffins. I did laundry. I worked on my novel (for all the good it did me: no luck, still stuck, just like the duck in the muck).
What makes me such a compulsive do-er? Why can't I just sit down until I'm exhausted?