I laid in bed all morning, doing variations of this.
I finally dragged myself up and out to the Farmer's Market, as my lilies are starting to wilt. And it's Valentine's week, dammit, and I want flowers.
When I returned, armfuls of flora in hand, the damn cat had laid down on my laptop, and shut it off. He loves the warmth. He doesn't seem to get that the warmth will end if he shuts it off. And of course, in the process, gets so much hair in my keyboard that I'm ashamed to have anyone else use it.
Of course, I yelled at him. And what came out, you might ask?
"You little shittake mushroom!"
I have seen my future, and it is frightening.