Lucca, there was just one really grim day when it rained and rained. The dog won't walk out in the rain.
I hung about, pottered around, put some washing on, unloaded the dishwasher, sat with tea and biscuits.
It was dark in here, gloomy outside, nothing on telly, nobody phoned - just like being cast adrift really.
I had a migraine, a sleep, then some snacks, more sitting and pottering.
Eventually, I hauled myself into the shower and dressed - in fresh PJs.
I went back to bed, feeling fragile and sad.
The next day - back to normal - the world didn't end!
Now, if it's raining, I take myself off for a walk. It seems that I need it to function.