First things first, I turn off the cell phone. 
My couch, bottle of wine, candles, and some whiny broad music. I change the lyrics as I sing along to fit the occassion.
I lie in my bed with a good book, or turn up the music on my computer and groove.
Anyone want to guess what I do? 
My guess is Bongmaster knits. 
I close my garage door, turn off the phone in my study and surf the net, read the Dope or take a nap, depending on the mood.
In the Summer, I can get on my big float chair with a beer and just float around the pool. Sometimes I’ll load up my floating cooler with beer and ice and set that in the pool too. Then I can float over to my floating cooler for an ice cold beer when I want one. AHHHHHHHHH… BLISS, I tells ya, BLISS! Oh, and since I have a privacy fence, if I desire I can do this clothing optional. Makes me feel kinda naughty when I do that.
My home has always been a safe haven. I clean, cook, watch TV, read. Sometimes, a public escape is the right route. I can get lost in the isles of a good grocery store or a great big book store.
But the ultimate escape has always been my sailboat. Sadly, I don’t have one anymore. But I’m looking into remedying that situation.
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Drink.
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Shop. By myself. It so works to be alone in a crowd, it really does.
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Home. Stay in til I feel better. Usually don’t need more than three or four days.
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If nothing else works, check myself into my local “hotel” for about ten days
I bet you relax the traditional jamaican way - A glass of water and a good nights sleep.
Level One - default annoyance level - nothing.
Level Two - Spend more time than normal on the Dope.
Level Three - Good music on the stereo, good bourbon in a glass, good cats in my lap
Level Four - This usually necessitates a trip to the range. Once I’ve ventilated a number of Communist paper targets I am much calmer. Plus, the concentration it takes to shoot well makes everything else kinda go away.