I decided it was time . . .
I went into the sewing room and looked around. Then I looked around again and just didn't know where to start. I made a huge mess on the floor, and then thought . . . what next!
The only logical thing I could think of was - MAKE A QUILT -
So I set about cutting and piecing and quilting and a week later, it was hanging on the wall. Satisfaction as a distraction. Now I still have a mess in the sewing room and will need to face it, but I can always walk around the garden instead.