It seems that my instincts are a little domesticated. I had 6 hours to myself on Saturday between waking up at a reasonably respectable 10am (not bad, since I'd been in Manchester until about midnight the previous night) and heading off to the next commitment (I left at 4pm to be in Edinburgh in plenty of time to get to the gig I was MCing). This 6 hours was the only time I was due to spend at home while awake this weekend. I spent it vacuuming, watering plants, putting washing through the machine and doing the washing up.
Having said that, my house is still a mess - it still looks like the remains of some Edinburgh Fringe show have been just dumped in it. I have a lot of washing still to do, I found an extra bag of washing from Edinbugh - it's been two weeks since I came back and I'm still not there yet... if I will insist on being in my car!
No longer a novelty
You know when you've been on the road too long when the palindromic mileages don't seem all that interesting any more. I missed 148841 and thought - "ah well, there'll be another along in the next 1100 miles or so" at this rate, that would be next week sometime.
Cordless a problem
Perhaps having a cordless mouse is a problem. At moments of frustration my main instinct (which I'm suppressing) is to pick it up and throw it out of the nearest window. This is unfair, since my frustration is seldom caused by the mouse. At least a corded mouse would stay attached the computer and be easily rescued if thrown.