I would hope that music would be what soothed me when I’m stressed, or chocolate or something more palatable, but no. I like cleaning the carpets. Not vacuuming, that’s for amateurs. I like shampooing the carpets. Of course, if you repeat this to anyone in the family I’ll deny it. We make fun of my nephew who gets met at the door by my niece with a vacuum to help him unwind. He will never live that down. Can you imagine what it would be like for me? I know, I shouldn’t be ashamed of doing something productive for my health, but my family shows no mercy to anyone that is beyond the family dysfunctional norm. Or worse, they’re going to want me to work out my issues in their houses. That will never happen, never, never, never!