While I curled up in bed, dozing most of the day away, the Spouse Thingy took down the Whovimas tree and put all the decorations away. The living room now looks depressingly bare, and Max in unhappy because the tree is no longer there to hide his mancat cubby near the fireplace. Now when he he relaxes in there we'll be able to see him, which will suck half the joy out of having it.
I've gotten zero work done, because all I feel like doing is sleeping...and when I go to bed tonight I'll probably lay there wide awake, because all I've done today is doze.
It's just a cold, though. I will survive. Hell, if I didn't feel so sleepy, it wouldn't be bad at all.
But I was also right, it's annoying the cats. Max wants me where he expects me to be at any given time, not curled up in bed.
He, too, will survive.