...to my satisfaction. AKA what I did in the 90-degree heat today:
I arranged to borrow the ladder today, and spent most of the day climbing up and down it. With intervals of putting rug pads under rugs, what a pain. Also some vacuuming, and setting up the new litter box. And laundry (still ongoing).
I feel simultaneously pleased with what I've gotten done and aggravated that everything doesn't feel done, put together, tidy, home-like, stylish, perfect...
Keep trying to give myself permission to stop, and so far I haven't granted it. There is still a shelf to put up, and the wall clock, and the rest of the laundry, and the desk is a mess, and and and and and...
Besides, if I stop doing this stuff, I'll start thinking about what I really ought to be doing.