Maybe it’s not so much to do, but we are coerced to sell the vast majority of our waking hours (at a steep discount) to prove we deserve basic necessities.
And at the end of the day, we are just trying to get back the physical/mental energy we gave away to the worst of us all. Nothing left for us to give to ourselves. If not less and less until the foundations crack and the house collapses. Homeless… again.
While reaching a somewhat low (but not terrible) place in my life, I finally did this this year. Bed. All day. It was okay.
I did this this year, too. Though I had pretty considerable fever and felt run over by something. Couldn’t do much else than read a bit and sleep.
Not a terrible day, though it felt like a waste not actually being able to get anything done.