Doing Nothing All Day Long

Got incredibly ill in the middle of Sunday night, some random stomach thing that woke me up and kept me up for many hours. I was more-or-less fine when I woke back up way after 9am, but decided to use the midnight sickness as an excuse to do absolutely nothing on the official holiday but watch the incredibly dark, brooding and depressing BBC drama What Remains -- which I highly recommend for anyone looking for a way to come down from a manic episode of bipolar syndrome -- and read more of my bad novel. Oh, and play with my cats, and nibble dry stone ground wheat crackers.

I was shocked, shocked, shocked that I could apparently enjoy spending time this way without bestirring myself to go for a walk or do One Meaningful Thing. But apparently I could.