Solitude.

It rained again today, but I don't mind.
I'm pretty much confined to quarters. I seem to spend my days talking to the dog and wandering around the house doing those mindless chores that have been piling up over the months. When I need diversion I work on a jigsaw and watch the odd film (and Walton's episodes).
I'm mindlessly content.

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone, and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom, for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.
~Arthur Schopenhauer~