I went to sleep early, warm and toasty.
I woke up sick.
I am snotty and stuffed and it feels like gobs of green and yellow goo are swirling and sinking into my lungs.
I would really like a wife or a mother to come and cook me a nice breakfast, bring me tea, fluff my pillow, haul wood in and make a nice fire, kiss my forehead.
Instead I will crap in a bucket, wipe my hands with baby wipes (of which I am running perilously low) fix a cup of tea, have toast w/peanut butter, drag my pathetic ass up off the couch and bring in a few sticks of wood.