Today has seen a record twelve hours sleep for me, with two short breaks - one at 04:00 to speak to Mum and Dad in Egypt and the second at 09:15 when I let the dogs out. I was hoping that the more sleep I got the more likely I would be able to walk normally again. It worked for all of two minutes before the blister from the liquid nitrogen the doctor applied to my foot started to sting more than I cared to have it do. I take it the ibuprofen has worn off...

I just woke up from a dream where I rode with Gene and Anthony to this decrepit looking place which looked like it was a warehouse in a former life, or at least trying to be so. We parked our bikes (if that's the term for just putting them out of the way) and for some reason chose not to lock them up. (Down the gravel laneway we headed up there was a pub which looked like an old Bridie O'Reilley's but had a cream upper floor, "The Rose and "something I can't remember", looked good if a little empty, there was a small group of people entering as we passed). After heading up stairs my company changed and I was with different friends, Rami and Treens and a few others who didn't really stand out. There was a bar upstairs (there's always a bar) and as with bars in my dreams it was dimly lit with a predominantly blue light with the flicker of small tea light candles glowing at each of the small tables adding warmth to the atmosphere. I was about to follow everyone into the back section to get to the actual bar when I saw that the act was about to start. It turned out that my highschool had some sort of review thing there and Beth, who looked an awful lot like a young Treens started to sing. I'm fairly sure that there were at least two songs that some how merged into one, "Unforgettable" but a swing style. I remember closing my eyes in my dream and swaying to the music. I was really getting into it. Each time I opened my eyes there was a different group of small children doing their school-dance-performance-style moves which really struck home the whole school performance thing. When the song finished there was applause and it was a beautiful moment. Then I woke up.

It's warm in the house at the moment. A sign that it's been a beautiful day outside while I've been curled up asleep in my darkened room. I have the nagging suspicion that either my hayfever is worse up here (I'm feeling lousy and sneezy) or I've got a cold... but I'm not feeling too bad. Just a husky voice and the sneezes. It's hard to tell. I should probably start on my hayfever stuff again.

Gene came to visit me last night and that was wonderful. We lay on the couch and watched TV and had dinner together. I was thinking of heading into town and surprising him at being home except it's 17:47 and he finished work an hour ago... The thought was there. I might head in anyway.

I probably should mention that we live together most of the year, Gene and I that is (pardon any poor grammar). I'm just house sitting at the moment while both my parents and I are on our respective holidays - the difference being I'm not in Egypt. He's had to head back into town for a few nights because of work. We spent the night apart and apparently neither of us slept well and then he came over the next night. It really is my turn :)

On that note, I'm going to attend to things in the world of the living for awhile. Feed the dogs... work out why I'm the only one who seems able to call the landline and get through... visit my man... the usual ;)