I've listed my house for sale and I'm actively looking for an apartment in the next county, which means I'm effectively in limbo right now. Downsizing means a lot of sorting and discarding and reorganizing. Whenever I'm not actively engaged in that, the restlessness takes over. Some days I just don't feel like sorting and discarding and reorganizing and maybe the weather is crappy and I don't go outside and I just pace and pace and pace. I've got 100 days quit, but the restlessness can become so overwhelming I think about buying cigarettes. So while I pace and pace and pace I wait for the day to end so I can lie in bed, watch something boring on TV and drift off. These are not good days. The good days are when I can calm myself by crocheting. It used to be that I'd work on and off on a blanket for about a year. In 100 days I've made 5!