It figures.

I'm not sick enough I have to stay in my apartment and do nothing but shuffle around gently, but unless there's some fantastic overnight recover, I'm sick enough I won't be going to see the birds tomorrow. It won't do me, the other volunteers and staff, or the birds any good. Putting laundry into the machine and then folding it while dry is closer to the upper limits of my capabilities. And cooking, but that's mostly because I won't have anything to eat otherwise.

The timing of this means I'll be more than well enough to go to work on Monday, which seems apt.