I've cancelled everything and am lying in bed. I will turn off the computer and spend the rest of the day reading Lalka by Boresław Prus. To be precise, the English translation of Lalka, i.e. "The Doll."
Now to make a hot toddy. I do not want a hot toddy. I want orange juice, chicken soup and buttered toast. However, whiskey, sugar and lemons is what I have.
I feel wretched and want my mother. And a new toaster. And some bread.