During my unscheduled hiatus I wasn’t a lump. I cooked things, built things and ripped apart things.
I find manual labour soothing. Measuring stuff, concentrating, contemplating the design of something. Hitting things really, really hard with a hammer. All very soothing.
One of the things I focused my attention on was weaving a sort of round basket out of bamboo to cover up my garbage can and huge green bin. This house has no hiding spots. Nowhere to put things like garbage cans, snow blowers or bodies so that they’re out of view.