Sunday June 22, 2008
Not a bad day, all things considered. Dolly started waking up and wanting cuddles and much attention. She must think I’ve over the worst of it–she doesn’t do that when I’m poorly.
It was a chill day, celebrating the start of summer, and there was a fair splash of rain now and again. I’d planned not to need to go out between taking and fetching Graham from West Quantoxhead. The chill got into my joints, sadly, and I had to nudge the central heating on at its very lowest setting, thus cancelling out some of the economy I achieved by leaving the car parked.
The evening started with the first of a set of two Dr Who episodes. I’m sorry to say I’m losing interest in them, in the production, and in the characters. Not a lot left after that though I do admit to an abiding love for Police boxes.
And then, after dinner, to bed, and straight into a deep an exceedingly troubled sleep. I had the most appalling and disturbing dream and seemed unable to wake myself from it. Luckily, Graham’s late night call put right to that, and the dream lost its hold on me. I got up to have a warm drink, thinking that possibly it was dehydration that’d triggered the darn thing. Watched a bit of telly, assuring myself that the world was still there and, for all of its ugliness, much the same as I’d left it.
Back to bed, sleep, and another long, vivid dream. Not unpleasant, just vivid.
I think I’ll put the dreams down to the residual fever I still have in me.