Right now, making icons seems to be a viable outlet for all the [waves hand] existential dread, anxiety, depression. It has the benefit over knitting that it takes more of my attention away from the tv, which makes it less irritating. And the benefit over reading that it's not as hard to concentrate on it in the room with a tv show.
It's probably worse for my wrist, though. And I do have a lot of knitting I want to get done.
I'm still feeling oppressed by the increasing need to do spring cleaning, especially as today we're getting big legit sunbeams through the south windows (we only have three, in the stairwell and landing and the kitchen, so the kitties have only one good option for lounging equipped with a cushion). The dust is a lot more visible in the sunlight. But evidently I need more than one day off before grappling with any of that.
