Then I got dressed and took out the trash. I didn't cheat and use the chute. I went all the way down to the dumpster.
I walked all the way around to the front of the building (!) and picked up my mail.
I came back up and washed down my George Foreman grill.
I changed my sheets and towels.
I sorted my laundry (whites, darks and colors).
I put on fresh pajamas and got back into bed.
When you're sick, this feels like a productive day!
Maybe this flurry of activity means I'm on the mend.