Today is one of those days where waking and sleeping blend together in the strangest ways. One minute I'm in a dream that a coworker has taken me to South Africa. Another minute I go, "Hey, I don't have a job, and I've never been to Africa." Then I wake up, roll over, and go back to another dream. It's my cat who finally woke me up. She wanted fresh water, and I gave it to her. Then I settled back into bed.
This may seem like the archetype of the day where nothing happened. But there is something throughout the day that makes it perfectly worthwhile: love. I'm not trying to get all mushy. But there's something fulfilling about lying down and cuddling with a fuzzy, purring member of another species. To know that even when you are not doing anything active, you are still making somebody else in the world happy.