Self-Pity City

Being at home for several days with some virus that seems to have a clingy obsessiveness over me is not my idea of a fun week. In a matter of days, I have unfortunately become a little too tired of my tv shows and a little too happy with my list of online webshops. My bank account might disagree with the course this sick leave has taken, though.

I've collected the customary number of paraphernelia of the staying-home-from-work-because-I-don't-want-to-infect-everyone patient. There's your Kleenex (extra soft!), nasal spray, menthol rub, takeout coffee (the husband is a darling, you see), glass of OJ (need that extra vitamin C dose)...and my phone, TV remote control and a book within easy reach from my vantage point on the couch. Oh, and as an extra treat, a nice helping of the husband's homemade nougat crunch icecream. 

Ok, so being sick has its perks too...

But I still want to get off this couch and out of Self-Pity City soon!