Longer

Five o'clock, and it still looks like night. Moonlight and starlight are calming. I'm pleased that the nights are getting longer, and even more pleased that they are getting cooler. I have no idea what is happening with my virus, though. It seems to have stalled. It gets no worse; it gets no better. I'm still unable to concentrate for long, and my mind wanders through ethereal images which vanish before I am able to capture them. It's a bit like waking from a disintegrating dream, but with the state continuing all day and all night. How long this weirdness might continue I couldn't say. It's not entirely unpleasant, yet always a bit disconcerting -- rather like being lost in a strange but beautiful place. I can probably deal with it for a few more days, if I must. Eventually, I'll want to be rational again. Well, insofar as I'm ever rational. I will try going to sleep now, and probably have more of the vivid dreams I've had the last couple of days. May I not be awakened prematurely this time! That experience always exacerbates my muddled state.

Briefly Cool

I've finally turned on the air conditioner so that Sluggo will be stable long enough to allow me to fetch a few LJ pages and my e-mail. Yup, it turned hot again! The day was odd, too. I saw bears hugging in the front yard next door, and a beetle of some kind crawled under my shirt. It was tickley. The virus has receded to one nostril, and my stomach, which feels full and hungry at the same time. There were dreams about filling out forms printed on translucent pink tissue paper, and a house turning into a car while I was inside. People kept insisting that I had to take my nephews to a theme park, but my nephews were all older than me, some of them having grey hair and long beards. I couldn't get insurance for them to go on the rides. Very weird virus, this.