There is nothing like a bit of gentle gardening at the end of a full-on sort of day, it sooths; pottering around, pulling up a weed or two. Nothing too energetic (I usually have a mug of tea in one hand, which tends to govern activity levels)
Last night I found an unexpected crop at the end of a nettle that I had firmly grasped, one of Spuds missing tennis balls (so they weren’t all on the roof)
A root ball.
Spud gets his ball, with nettle.