My throat hurt this morning when I woke up, so, knowing I was getting sick, I called in sick to work. My husband called at one point and asked, "So, what's it like doing nothing all day?" And I said, "I like it. I think I want to do this every day."
I'm wandering around the house dressed like a homeless person (the most comfortable clothes are the most hideous, are they not?), eating, watching TV, surfing the net and in general doing nothing productive whatsoever. Quite enjoyable.