Enforced quiet day

Over the past few days, I've been dragging a bit. Nothing dramatic, I just haven't had a whole lot of energy, and my focus has been shot to hell. I was a little concerned it might be a depressive bout, despite my consistence in keeping up with yoga, especially since I haven't had a whole lot of appetite, either.

Over those same past few days, I was having occasional but persistent sneezing fits, which would culminate in a half-hour or so of sniffling. Aw, geez, I thought. I hope I'm not developing allergies to something in the air.

Because I am Very Smart, it took me a couple of days to realize that these symptoms are likely related, and I'm probably fighting off a cold.

Since I don't have any plans or urgent errands, and none of my favorite yoga teachers have Wednesday classes, I thought I might take today as a quiet day and focus on resting up. So I slept late, and have been spending the afternoon reading the Internet and even writing a bit (though, sadly, nothing I'm particularly proud of). It's actually been pretty pleasant.

I'm a little amused, however, at how much more difficult this whole "giving myself permission to have a day off" is. I'm far from a type-A personality, but I keep looking around the house and thinking "Hey, I have the day off. I should organize the cat food. And clean the kitchen. And the bathroom. And run the laundry. And maybe sweep the hallway and pick up the bedroom."

So far I've refrained - it's helped that every time I think about actually getting up, my body goes "Nope, you're tired, you should rest." I think I'm going to go read my current silly romance novel and have a nap soon. But no guarantees about this evening. :P