That, or lounge and watch TV. Either works, really.
I finally finished one of my big projects this last weekend that has improved my mental health considerably. We have a very small "linen" closet next to the bathroom, but we don't really have a lot of linens and such, or extra towels, or whatever. There were some sheet sets and some random fabric, as well as a bunch of assorted bric-a-brac. I packed stuff up in a plastic tub and took it to the basement, then went through a box of papers and threw most of it away, and cleared out the majority of the closet. We have no room for food storage in the kitchen, so there was stuff shoved everywhere, stacked on counters, stacked on the baker's rack we have for mason jars and tupperware and appliances; I moved all that food to the linen closet, and arranged it by type, and now everything's put away and accessible, and our kitchen doesn't look like eight grad students share the house anymore. We also cleaned house and put up the Christmas tree and the Christmas decorations, so it's just lovely.
It really is amazing how much better a clean house makes me feel. Like I'm just at peace now.
One of the reasons I only wrote 300 or so words on Sunday is that I started writing a John/Delenn fic. Yay! I got about 1700 words on it, and am feeling very motivated to having it finished and posted by Thanksgiving. My goal for December is to edit part one of the novel, and finish my WIPs. I have two chapters on Metamorphoses, one of which has been sitting at 75% finished for months; a chapter on Alma Mater; probably an epilogue on both of those; and then two or three chapters on Conquest. I hate that I turned into that fic writer I hated that would start a series and just putter out and never finish. The endings are there! They're just in my head!