And these—as 16X20s—for our house (they just arrived in the mail today and look rather sharp):
I like that my relaxation activities have visible results that I believe I'm not mistaken in being proud of. If I'm looking to just chill out after working and yoga (which, incidentally, totally and completely and without intermission kicked me all over the playground this afternoon), I perch on the love seat in the loft, turn on a movie that I've seen a bunch of times—so that it doesn't necessitate my attention and serves as background noise, and open up my computer to turn one of my ideas into a reality.
However, though this stuff is fun and can be seen as sort of productive, I'd really prefer that I elevate myself above a movie, my computer, and a nearby drink night after night to something more intellectually stimulating and productive. But for now that's just not going to happen. My job is presently giving me all the mental provocation that I can handle.
As a side note, wouldn't it have been tops if your parents had named you Goodluck like Nigeria's new president?