ROFL! The few times I got breaks... I'd plot all the zillions of things I'd get done. And then suddenly, the house was quiet... I'd be home alone. And I wouldn't do a darned thing, I was so overwhelmed by the quiet. I'd simply sit, and listen to the quiet. Workout, listening to the quiet. Garden, listening to the quiet.
I'd suddenly find myself looking at my hands, acknowledging that they were mine.
Maybe I’ll experience that some day.