It also occurs to me (well, in fact it occurred to me while I was doing it, but it is occurring to me now to write about it!) that there were so many better things I could have done with my four hours alone than knitting and watching TV. Working on that piece on Asklepios. Writing the next prayer in the series. Writing in my paper journal. Hell, cleaning the refrigerator!
I'm often a bit lost when I have child-free time alone. There are so many things which are so much easier to do when the kids aren't there, and most of the time I could probably write a short list of them, and maybe even prioritize them. But when it happens, and I do have time alone to do Whatever I Want To Do, all of that disappears and I wander around, unable to make up my mind (read a book? sit and meditate? reorganize my books?), and generally end up doing something mindless and/or useless. (Well, I did get four hours of knitting in tonight--but that's something I can often do in the evenings, I didn't need to use my precious alone moments on it.) It's like having a limited time to spend in an enormous bookstore--where do you start? Answer: You don't, really, you go from section to section, not really looking closely at any of them, and probably missing the books you do want and coming home with some that turn out to be not so great.
So yeah. Knitting and watching TV.