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I had a lucid dream this morning. I know what time it was because it woke me up at 02:26. Or, rather, my bladder woke me. In the dream, that was incredibly real, my ankle was better. No pain, no discomfort, no nothing. All normal. Well, my normal anyway. The dream was so real that I was convinced it was real. I swung my legs out of bed only to realise it was, in fact, a dream.
And so, I spent yet another day dragging my pain around the house.
At least the dogs had some reprieve from my suffering. Lasse came over at 2pm to take them for a walk and visit with Kristina. They were gone for four hours and, I think, thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Lasse insists that they love having them visit which makes me feel better about any imposition.
I spent my alone time mostly trying to stay awake. When Mirinda called and I told her how tired I was, she said it was because my body is healing and draining the energy. Whatever the reason, I found it difficult to watch more than two frames of snooker.
Speaking of the TV, I managed to finish Hotel Del Luna and started a new K-Drama, No Tail to Tell which features a legendary nine-tailed fox. So far (one episode) it’s a lot of fun so a good way to ignore my foot.
Oh, and the snooker was quite disappointing. Ronnie played Ali Carter and was down 2-0 when I had to go to bed. His positional play was not up to his usual standard. In fact, he lost 5-3 and is now out of the contest. At least I saw two frames.
Stalking report
North Bergen had 145 views today. Should I assume that whoever or whatever the stalker is, it is gradually viewing every post on the blog? If so, it’s going to take a while. So far, North Bergen has clocked up 1,250 views. There are 6,483 posts on this blog, including this one. All a bit mysterious.
