I'm either in my bed or my recliner. I spent some years in bed due to illness and once I was able I forced myself into the living room recliner. It's not much better but it's something. I do cleaning when I'm feeling well. I don't feel well enough to get cleaning done satisfactorily so it's like pissing in the wind around here. I keep trying. I can't plan activities because my house needs the attention most. I ponder all this from my recliner. Sitting here with a migraine from hell right now and hoping I'll be able to sleep some more soon. Good luck getting out of that bed and doing things which bring you joy.