In my dreams, I get to sleep until 11AM. I get to lounge in bed all day with nothing to do but read and nap. It's lovely and serene and relaxing.
In reality, I slept until 11:30AM. I tossed and turned in bed all day and did nothing - while in pain, exhausted, and quite miserable. It was neither lovely nor serene. It was quite necessary and fairly restful.
This is not the day off for which I was hoping. Perhaps tomorrow shall be that day ... with chocolate.