Ennui

Spent much of this afternoon lying on my bed. This is not because I had nothing to do, as I have something of a list. But I was feeling a touch poorly, and not a little miserable.

Both these things are still true. But I must say it is surprisingly comforting to lie down in semi-darkness and not sleep exactly but drift in a sort of dozy haze. Perhaps I spend too much time doing, and not enough time simply being.