Well, I'm sick. Usually, I don't really mind getting sick, because I know I'm guaranteed that drool-on-your pillow-awesome-dreams kinda sleep.
I prepare a fortress of comfort around me on the bed that includes stacks of old Domino magazines, giant navel oranges, thick quilts, some eucalyptus essential oil and more magazines.
I remain snifflingly, blissfully, achily, whiningly immobile for a day or two...and I sleep. And sleep.
Today, though, I went to work.
This tree's face pretty much sums up how I feel about that decision.