Husband has been flying around the ceiling for three weeks of house arrest, moving pictures room to room, tearing through drawers, organizing his office. He finally took himself to the country for the week. Sure, many of the projects he addressed were valid, but they also fit the category of "if it's not broke, don't fix it".
I SO wish your husband could come over here. He could hang all the pictures I haven't gotten around to hanging over the years, and I'd given him all the breadcrumbless pasta with bottarga that he could eat!
He's not too keen on bottarga so you'd have yourself a pretty cheap handiman.