And I do feel productive.
Post-novel ennui: it's also the time when I catch up on all the stuff I've been putting off for ages, like taking a toothbrush to the trim behind the sink. Gack. You would not believe what was living back there.
By the way, Mr. Clean Magic Erasers? Go on the list of Stuff That Actually Works. Actually, I'm pretty sure that the magic in this case is black: anything that takes spagetti sauce splatters off cheap flat white latex paint has to have an implied deal with the devil in it somewhere. They scare me a little.