Whirling Dervish

I always get a huge burst of energy right before I have to go back to work after a vacation. This year after Christmas, my ass was stuck to the couch for about five days then, two days before heading back the office, I got about a zillion things crossed off Dave's list.

I did this:

Before (messy, I know)                               After (!)

And this:

My new recycling center! (...and handles on those doors after 5 years)

Here's the best one.

Mo called me on Monday to see if I wanted to go shopping. I did. I was enjoying a quick lunch with Dave when she called, so I told her I would be ready at about 2 o'clock.
Dave left to go back to the office around 1 and I headed up to change my clothes. When I got to the top of the stairs, the light hit the big chalkbaord wall in a way that  made me dislike it even more than usual. I decided I had enough time to change it before I left.

Forty-two minutes later:

Yes, forty-two minutes. That includes going to the garage to get the ladder, then finding the tape, the paint, a brush, and a tray. That includes taping off the trim (I still have to), removing the switchplates, washing the wall, cutting in, rolling on, and cleaning up.

When I got home, I made 4 new pillow covers in 17 minutes.
Seriously, I scare myself.

Why I can't I channel all that energy and speed into something that 's actually productive?