my wife Vickie, having over the past year suffered a diabetic coma, several strokes that left her vision impaired, diarrhea from Chrone's disease, several hospital visits including a month in rehab, decided today that she was tired of this laying in bed stuff, got up, put on jeans and work boots and helped me rake leaves and pick up the yard. She did this sitting down, mind, but still...
So, shamed into feeling guilty for griping about my own workload, I got off my a$$ and worked. Now if either of us can get out of bed tomorrow...