I woke up at about 2:00 this morning. It was a confusing experience as I was having a dream about nuclear war. It all seemed to come out of nowhere and happen very quickly. I was dissatisfied that the world had been turned into a nuclear wasteland, but I was quite pleased with myself for doing a good job of still being alive, so far. I was pessimistic about my chances in the future, but I was largely accepting of the situation. I have strange dreams.
I think the reason I woke up was that my stomach was quite unhappy. That’ll be the ibuprofen, presumably. I took it a bit earlier this evening and so far seem to have been spared the same level of gastrointestinal distress (I just have the normal amount) – maybe the first dose was just a shock to the (GI) system. But other than that, so far so good.
Unrelated good deed for the day: I posted some seeds to someone on reddit who was disappointed that some she’d got didn’t grow. Now she can be disappointed twice!