I woke up in a damned sweat. It's the middle of autumn and I'm waking up in a sweat. Maybe it was something I was dreaming about. My right hand's all cramped and it feels like I had it clenched all night while I was sleeping. Or maybe I was lying on it. I remember waking a few times with numb arms and flopping them against the mattress to try and get feeling back in them before slipping back to sleep. Dad's going into hospital soon. Means a few days of rest for everyone, I guess. He went in for an x-ray of his hips to see how far his arthritis is advanced and they found a hernia. It's not in desperate need of attention. If it was he'd already be in a hospital bed dreaming post-anathesia dreams. He goes in a week from Wednesday and gets three whole days of drugs and hospital food. Sounds like fun except the whole being ripped open and stuck back together deal. Also, today is fortnightly 'defraud the government for cash' day. Gots to love Australia's crime prevention methods.