Lookin at a thing in a bag…

Winter’s coming.
My garden’s dead, my flowers are dead, the trees are bare, and the lawn’s stopped growing… I’ve found myself passing the time by searching the house for pinhole leaks and drafts to seal up. Most of the windows have plastic on them now, the clothes dryer exhaust is rerouted back into the bathroom, and the front door has three layers of foam weatherstripping around it. The house is so airtight that I can feel the sudden change in ambient air pressure when the cat farts. The only thing left is to patch the roof around the vent flashing, but the damn communal ladder is locked up in the damned communal pool house shed.
Now I need something to do. Something to pass the time when I get home from work at 17:00 and it’s already dark. I want to build something. I want to make something. There’s no room in the house to start any kind of real project, and even if my shed wasn’t way too small to do anything in, it’s already overflowing with crap that’s in a state of semi-permanent storage. Perhaps I need a hobby, something besides drinking beer, something that can be done at the kitchen table, or in an unused corner or the house. Something like model trains, or drawing, or macramé, or growing hydroponic marijuana in the closet.