Sometimes, a day is lost to illness. You can feel as bad/guilty/frustrated as you like, but you’re just not able to do much, physically or mentally.
My bright spots today were very bright – the voices of friends over the internet, a beautiful warm afternoon walking puppies. But ultimately, I’ve got through today thanks to one thing:
At a recent Handfasting, we were asked to call upon Morpheus, Lord of Dreams. Some may call him deity, others not.
But while sleep contains many mysteries, it/he also contains healing, allowing rest and ultimately, living. Morpheus may have stolen my afternoon, but I’m here and writing because of that.
Sleep isn’t a waste of time, not at all. Rest is necessary, and we dishonour both Morpheus and ourselves when we forget that.