Busy?
The problem with this vacation is that there are too many ways I want to relax at once. Nap? Do one of the multiple puzzle things I have? Read? I can’t do them all at once, but I want to. It seems somehow backwards and not relaxing — almost anxiety about getting in all the relaxing things I would like to do. But on the beach — even the windy, inadequately warm beach[1] — this is not the worst of all problems. And in the end I am getting lots of reading done (though I am stalling a bit on a book about Nascar) and a fair bit of other things done and no, I don’t have a list exactly, it just seems like it because I do have a large pile of books.
[1] I acclimate really quickly to warm, unlike cold.