You have set aside the laundry and the kitchen and messy garage. You have left behind the big-box stores and the roundabouts and the doctor appointments. You have traded it all for a tastefully decorated house, the best part of which is that you didn't have to decide where to put the little pots of decorative beach grass, or the artfully-placed conch shells, or the wall hangings that proclaim "At the Shore."
Hopefully, this house is on a shady street in a sleepy town. Hopefully, it has a settin' porch and no hurricanes to bother you while you sit out there.
What will you do with yourself? I don't know. Can you lift a heavy book? Might you want to try Diana Gabaldon's Outlander Series? It starts with The Outlander, wherein a World War II nurse visits Scotland with her husband and finds herself tossed back to 1743. How will she hide all her 20th-century nursey knowledge? How will she protect herself, all alone in the middle of a bunch of warrior-clansmen? And how the heck does she get back to her dear modern-day husband? How long might it take? What will he think of her absence? When she returns, might things get a little complicated? Especially if she were pregnant?
But wait! Before you get started, maybe you should make a little something to eat. LAYERED PICNIC LOAVES won't take very long, and these sandwiches are supposed to sit in the fridge for a hour. So assemble them, then read awhile, then take them off to a picnic, throw away the paper plates and read some more. You might be up late tonight. No, let me rephrase that: you will be up late. (There's cow patties, but between married people.)