Making some oatmeal and then going for a walk.
I have a Man Cold™ brewing over here, so I’m going to need you to drop everything, come over here, make me some chicken soup and pat my head and say, “There, there!” while I doze on the couch all day, moan occasionally and whine constantly until I feel better.
(Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s just allergies. This happens to me every May and October. Stupid hyperactive immune system. Still, some chicken soup, combined with a bit of sympathetic head patting sounds lovely.)