Broken rituals

A spanner in Sisyphean gears.
When something most unwelcome works in alleviating certain mundane activities while working at impairing most regular activities.

As vile and irksome as this allergic reaction to god knows what resulting in an odd variety of fever less cold is, it has kept me from waking up early to fix breakfast and pack lunch, not just, I suffer from long hours of guiltless sleep in the morning, waking up at such vulgar times that'd have me hang my head in shame during healthier moments..but not these days they don't.

This might sound a bit like being happy about broken legs, just so you won't have to walk, and I'm not labelling this curse as a boon in disguise.

Something about looking at silver lining in every dark cloud, and here I am, scraping away grimy clouds layer by layer; fleecing my fingernails to bloody nubs, just so I could find a smear of a silver lining, so to say.

Rest, rest and more rest is the key to recovery that might take anything between few days to one week, and I'm not complaining. No sir.
My body does feel like it's being weighed down by ghost weight, and I'm wracked with unending sniffles, but let's look at the silver lining: chores are kept to a minimum. Physical activity is forbidden, and lying down is mostly encouraged. Basically I have to imitate a sluggish sloth and how does one complaint to such persuasions?
Not me. Sometimes your body needs a holiday, and when you pay no mind to their requests they tend to aggressively react.
I think I tend to often overwork. Myself and my body. Both in mind and spirit and my system
doesn't appreciate it.
Ah well, let's try and be lazy then. (As if)