Home is nice, though I get terrifically antsy after only a couple of days. As a result, massive personal and/or home projects get deployed:

(1) My mom and I overhauled her home office. Its evolution-not-revolution over the past 5 years or so lags far behind a drastic increase in the amount of time, paperwork, and value that gets churned up in the room, so it was time. We ripped out some home-installed carpet, swapped the slightly inform table for a lofty but solid oak hunk that had been upstairs, set up a new computer, and moved her dozens of tote bags and bookshelves of files into four lateral filing cabinets.

(2) Massive rearranging of on-the-ground items the night before having the second floor carpet professionally cleaned. We gutted three beds so that the cleaners could get through their frames, and piled all three mattresses onto the least-frequently used bed. Since my mattress had been repurposed, I slept on a precarious perch in the spare room five feet above the ground. Perhaps the princess of "Princess and the Pea" fame was really just scared of heights.

(3) Practice driving with my brother, who's just gotten his learners' permit. Makes for good late-night outings.

(4) Investigating how to stalk the Tour!

I find that projects or voyages keep me entertained not only for their duration, but also ooze out into a day or two before for preparation and a bit afterward for decompressing. Ergo, I'm suddenly happily occupied.