Misplaced optimism.

Yesterday, since I felt better, having no fever, I managed to have a shower, then, being an optimist, I assumed that today would see me back to normal, ready to deal with all the neglected chores, including three days of dishes in the kitchen sink.
Not so.
I woke at six am, lit the fire, put all my unclean clothes in the washing, machine made coffee and took a cup to S who was about to get up from bed. 
He is pushing eighty and still does a full day's work, albeit mostly sedentary. To be clear, I'm not playing the victim here, this is just the way it is.
I was downstairs in the kitchen heating some milk for his cappuccino. As I poured the milk into a cup, and only half of it actually went into the cup, I realised that I am not totally over this nasty bug, hence the misplaced optimism along with the milk..

Sometimes I wish I could predict the outcome of current world order problems. Better not to know, only guess, since we can't intervene anyway.