Restless

Restless.

That’s the perfect word to describe me these past few days.

I can’t sit still. My hands are always looking for something to do. I wander around the house only to end up exactly where I started.

I have a dozen things that need doing and not one that I want to do. Usually I suck it up and just go do it because the chore ain’t goin’ anywhere.

But once in a while, I just get, well, restless.

Shopping sometimes helps. So does taking a ride around one of the lakes (There are eleven Finger Lakes. Can you name them? Bonus points for adding in the five Great Lakes. First one to list all fifteen (correctly) in the comments wins a free download of Remembered Love – a short story I’ll be re-releasing soon).

But what mostly helps when I get in this mood? Reading a good book. Read one yesterday and one today. Both romances, one new, one old. Have to admit, I liked the new one better, even though the old one was still pretty good.  The new one was Lorraine Heath’s Lord of Wicked Intentions. Yes, I’m a sucker for a good Regency. Wouldn’t ever write one, myself. I’d goof up some piece of etiquette and the Regency readers would hand me my head. Minus the platter. I’ll stick with reading them.

And the old one – Jane Austen’s Persuasion. I’d read it about ten years ago or so, but it was on my Nexus (free download from Kindle) and I was out of other reading material—and still restless. A good read and I love Anne Elliot. Too much of the story is told, however, not shown and I wanted to watch (and hear) dialogue, not be told about it.

So how about you? What do you do when you can’t seem to settle down and the chores are a chore to do? What settles your restlessness?

Play safe!

Diana

(edited to correct the number of Finger Lakes. Thanks, Virginia! Good catch.)