I was going to take a water pill today but my body forestalled the necessity. After my third bathroom trip in as many hours I looked at the clock, registered it as New Time 8:15, and said Sod it, I'm not getting up  at this hour, and went back to sleep. Which led to a nice dream that I actually remembered, about visiting my sister in her dormitory room in Japan where she was studying. Room was actually western style with, I think, pale blue carpeting on the floor. My sister played an exquisite tune on the instrument she was studying before leaving for a lesson with her sensei. I knew what the instrument was when I was asleep, but it turned out to be one of those dream amalgamations that has no single equivalent in the waking world, like 'a flute that is also a violin' sort of thing.

My spate of limberness did not in fact survive yesterday's lack of exercise ie walking. Back hurt and right knee panged, so I dosed myself up and limped out to get coffee. Shall hope this works for tomorrow. I bicycled half an hour yesterday but clearly that doesn't help. Which is a bit worry-making. Winter is coming and, unless we stay mild, walking in winter is not always possible. I'd hoped things would have strengthened up by now but evidently not, or not always.

Out of curiosity I checked the active ingredient in my codeine cough syrup. It's hydrocodone which was the essence of useless last year after the operation. I believe that it once- once in a ten day period- had the happy-making effect of the cough syrup and was never as effective a painkiller as the anti-inflams. Weird. Perhaps the sugar makes a difference, because the syrup is so sugary it crystallizes.