Last week, I came down with a nasty cold Clare gave me. I ended up taking two days off work, uncharacteristic for me.
This may sound crazy, but I actually enjoy sick days. Sick days are the only days of the year that I give myself complete, unfettered permission to do absolutely nothing. No chores, no laundry. No dishes. No phone calls. No social media. No emails. Nothing, except rest.
This particular virus left me weak and sleepy, but hungry, so I still cooked. I slept. I read in bed (unheard of!). On day four, I worked a little, listened to podcasts, but mainly slept and rested. I didn’t even watch TV.
Murphy and Bella were by my side the entire time, although I did have to fight them for the couches.
This week’s #HappyAct is to enjoy a sick day. Take one day and give yourself permission to do absolutely nothing.
Ed. note: Clare and I are still dragging and have been debating this question: would you rather be very ill one day, but then recover quickly, or have a long, drawn out, but milder illness? I said the latter–she says the former. What do you say?