You know I'm sick if I ask to go home early from work. But even more so, you know I'm sick if I'm wearing pajamas during the day.
Which is what I did.
I hate being sick. I hate that my mind continuously reminds me of all the things I think I need to get done, but my body somehow refuses and thus lays useless and exhausted on the couch for hours.
But I still managed to find a happy thing for today. If that's not proof that there's something everyday to be happy about or feel gratitude for, I don't know what is.
I've been reading John Green's novel "The Fault in Our Stars" this weekish. I finished it today during my residency on the couch. I really enjoyed it. I've been reading books on my phone lately, so here's a screenshot of the title page.