I will now sculpt.

No, no, no. I have no materielle, no ability, didn't go to sculpting school to get the right degree.

Beginning now, I will knit.

Well, there are no threads or needles, and my hands are cold, and why should anyone knit when I can just go out and buy socks and sweaters and flannel shirts at the Army/Navy Store.

I will now sort all my cassettes. And shave my face to a butt-smooth perfection while reading Joyce. Then I will watch several hours of The History Channel. And scrutinize Peppermint Patty's and Marcie's relationship, focusing on Linus as the mother figure.

Oh, blarney. I know what this is. Panicking again, panicking about going outside. People make noise out there, there are lots of righteous sirens and honking horns and crotchety old people getting in front of me in line and there's bad coffee and rude waitresses and rough streets and massive cathedrals that swallow you whole.

Finished thinking about all that and found that someone else is feeling the same way

Well, Gazundheit, Cara.