I have been completely zonked by a sudden and severe chest cold.
I spent most of today in bed in a deep sleep, and wakened soaked in sweat. I suppose this is how I participated in the women's march: in my sleep. I was grieved to have missed a flamenco performance for which I had a ticket, but which I could not attend with this hacking cough.
The cats are demonstrating what I should do next: curl up with my nose between my paws and go back to sleep.