It is beautiful out and I am sick.

On top of all of my other messed up health issues, I now have a chest cold. This has knocked me out so thoroughly that I haven't been able to get out of bed for any more than 5-10 minutes at a time. I'm Netflixing and podcast listening from bed, and falling asleep through most of both. I have plenty of water on hand and no appetite. And it is taking a lot of willpower to not Google every symptom and every weird thing I learned at the doctor yesterday and fully believe I'm dying.

At least I have this guy to hang out with. He is sympathy napping. Hasn't even tried dragging his toys into bed at all, I think he senses I feel like garbage and am not up to playing.