I have a swing outside where I can put up my feet, tip back my head, close my eyes and relax the stress away. I call it my relaxing swing. I also have two companions on my relaxing swing.
One companion likes to relax with me, laying on my lap, sleeping and playing me music.
The other companion likes to move, crawl, kick off people and animals and just generally be the boss of the swing.
I put it off for as long as I can but eventually, even though I crave the stillness, the perpetually in motion four-year-old trumps the still, calm, purring furrball.