The plague...
I woke up this morning with a sore throat and a horrible cough and seriously considered never getting out of bed again. After vast quantities of fruit juice and chicken soup I'm feeling a little better. Even walked over to the library to return (and get) library books, and buy bird seed. Little feathered guys must not go hungry.
I can't complain too loudly: everyone I know, just about, had this last week.
So now: curling up under blankets with a book sounds like a good idea.