It's that I'm restless both physically and mentally and it's stuff I'm used to being able to do for myself. I WANT to sweep. I WANT to do the dishes. I WANT to cook. I WANT to clear the table. I WANT to do the laundry. I just know for now, I shouldn't. I did straighten some things and moved a few stray dishes to the sink, wiped down the counter and soon will start laundry (Pete will move it from washer to dryer to basket where I can sit and fold). I have all this anxiety going on and no yoga to provide any stress relief, not even movement about my own home to help me get out of my head.