I rolled over and picked up my iPhone. 9:40am it read. I never sleep that late, I thought, and then rolled back over to snuggle into the covers again.

I’m sick, have been for ten days now, and today is the first day I have been able to completely let myself go. . . it feels great and horrible, if you know what I mean.

As a full-time writer, I find it very difficult sometimes to give myself time off. I don’t have a schedule to keep or a clock to punch, and for the most part, no one is checking in on me every day to be sure I get a certain amount of work done. This is a blessed part of my job, of course, but it can also be very hard, then, to take time off – there’s always more to do. . . and there are no sick days that can psychologically legitimate taking a day to rest.

But I am learning that sometimes the work and my health require me to step back, rest, and Cupcake Wars marathons. Today is one of those days. Downton Abbey marathon here I come.

How do you manage your own health if you work at home? Have you found any ways to give yourself “a sick day” without feeling like you should still be working?