I am literally going in circles in my apartment today. First a stint at the desk, to read emails, organizing electronic flotsam, and play "stalkbook" games. Then, after my already sore back starts to hurt from hunching, I go to my bed to lie down (which is where a dining room would be in a normal place). It's a book I've read dozens of times and usually enjoy rereading, but today it isn't holding my attention for more than a few chapters.
So, after thirty minutes of reading interspersed with gazing off into the kitchen, I get up and cook something or clean something. I want to do a full Cinderella of the kitchen, on account I need to check every grain productand wipe down all the shelves after I discovered a weevil-infested bag of flour. Next time, I'll remember to freeze my incoming flour bags. Cleaning out the freezer and fridge are extra penance, since I should know better.
Well, I can't clean for long (that durn back again), so when the scrubbing slows to a painful crawl I head out to the couch to get some movie watching done. This film ain't gonna watch itself (although, it's a Kaufman, so maybe it could).
From the couch, the desk is just a quick glance away. Then it's on to wondering what my guild is up to in Castle Age, and if Frontierville is working yet, and how I really need to track down a butterfly in Fairyland. Next thing I know, I'm at the computer, cursing my hands which already ache.