Well, I should be painting. I tell myself this. I want to be painting. But...
I have such a lousy, rotten cold that I just want to lie on the sofa and whine whine whine.
Now, Smudge says when he feels bad, he just stops to smell the roses - and maybe eat a few, too.
Or lie in the sun and let the warmth make you feel good all over.
Or eat something - lots of your favorite comfort foods!
Sounds like fairly good advice. So catch me in a few days when I'll be good as new.