Emptied my house of booze, bought knitting needles and watched a lot of cerebral movies. The movies I had kept putting off because I was too drunk to even understand the description on th e DVD box. Then the next day a meeting and a repeat of the previous day. Eventually I realized I suck at knitting and picked up an adult coloring book. Now at five years I'm hooked on those books and have different ones depending on my mood. Five years later life is good and I'm considering trying to start knitting again.