Sick, sick, sick...

Still sick...still drooping about the house, half-wilted, with a stuffed-up head, and almost no energy while Spring enjoys itself outside. To be fair I haven't had much of a chance to rest, and so I've gotta make myself do that. I'm not very good at the art of resting, not very good at all, which baffles me. Shouldn't resting be the easiest thing on the planet? You would think.

It's not.