Half the family is home sick, including me.
But unlike most times when this is so, we can look outside and see a lovely spring day, not a depressing, dark, cold winter's day. And we can open the windows so we don't have the feeling that we are just breathing back in the same putrid air over and over again.
When I started to feel better I immediately did two things: washed the dishes and mowed the lawn. Why? Nothing adds to the sick person's depression like being surrounded by mess and by jobs that he knows need to be done.
Small mercies from the Lord.