I have no idea what that may be. Actually, I'm100% sure right now there is not a single "joy" to being sick at all.
I have only just now gotten out of bed where I have been sleeping all day. The dogs and I have since transferred to the couch where they continue to sleep (though Homer is fussy about it), and I have picked up Gabe's computer to peruse the internet.
Judging from the blue skies overhead, the trees bursting with flowers, and the short-sleeved walkers outside, I'd say today was a beautiful day. Maybe I'll be feeling well enough to enjoy such a day tomorrow.
You know, Mom warned me this would happen.