Busy like a bee

I often ponder what I'd do with my time if I didn't work at all and, in the past it's always included such things as: finish the tapestry I started 6 years ago; work on my novel (of which I have several starts but nothing that get's beyond the first chapter; work on my home; write snail mail for all of my friends.....I also want to do another degree but haven't yet decided what it will actually be yet - am tossing up between three very different courses of study at this point)

I used to ponder this with the expectation that if I didn't work I'd have so much extra time I'd be inclined to do all of the above and have a lovely martha stewart type existance but in reality I think I'd end up spending most of my days recovering from the previous night's lengthy blogging and cocommitent binge drinking that would inevitably ensue.

I'm slowly coming to a point where I feel that of the options I've listed above a course of study is the next thing I'll be devoting my spare time to however, I still need to work out exactly which course I'll do.....