I stopped taking the super strong painkillers by day. They knock me around too much. Besides, I can cope all day pretty well. I really need the surcease at night, when I find it very hard to get a good sleep due to not being able to get comfortable. At least with the right drug I am knocked out most of the night, and don’t really have any significant discomfort.
Julie made quiche yesterday, and in exchange for borrowing my vacuüm cleaner gave me a chunk to take home. I had half of it for tea last night. When I zapped it in the microwave I put a slice of swiss cheese on top. My theory was that the extra cheese would prevent the quiche going rubbery. Also it would taste good. Extra cheese is always good. Right?
These two seemingly unrelated facts, when combined with a cumulative day of idleness, spent mostly surfing the net and facebooking, caused an unusual series of dream images later that night. Stephen Fry, Carl Sagan, and I had a serious discussion with the Pope against a background of hubble space photographs and internet memes. I wish I had not waited so long to write it down. It is fading now. It really was entertaining. Codeine and cheese may well constipate the body but they certainly free the mind. For a time.