I'm writing this from bed. I'm single and childless and have had nothing pressing to do other than washing, which is now in the machine.
I've finished a book, read a LOT of MN, eaten lunch (chicken salad) all from bed today and it feels SO GOOD
I'm going to venture out shortly and purchase some Camembert for dinner. I may eat it in bed, have a bath and then come straight back to my cocoon.
More of a boast than an AIBU, really. But I've not done this for years (unless ill) and it's been an utterly perfect Sunday