A quiet day

Today is a quiet day. I sent off two holiday thank you cards and one sympathy card for a death in the family. Listening to 90.3 KUSF, the college radio station at my soon-to-be grad school. The weather forecasters are claiming it may snow in the hills later this week. I wish to buy a functioning bicycle for commuting and weekend fun, but our place is so small there is nowhere to safely/conveniently store it. I'm trying to put off playing video games as long as I can so I don't get that "I wasted yet another day of my life playing video games when I could have been _______ing" feeling.
I recently realized (again) that I need to create. How the creation takes place is of lesser importance than I had thought previously, as I get the same fulfillment of the need from writing in a blog as I do from welding a sculpture or playing a new song on the guitar. Of course the actions are different and the "product" varies according to the assorted actions and randomness of the process but the basic itch is still scratched. Spending time not creating feels as exciting as watching grass grow. Travelling creates memories, and fulfills the need so long as the trip is engaging. I hear some psychologists say this need to "create" is a male response to being unable to bear children. Meh.