Or maybe it's just me. Got up several times during the night, each time discovering myself face-planting against the wall'o'dressers opposite the foot of the bed: yes, I was managing to fall across rather than down. Cooked a sailor's breakfast, which is just like a regular breakfast except you hang onto the stove while the galley seems to be pitching and yawing. (Reminds me: why can't you still buy Sea Toast?)
Tentative plan: shower. Neti pot. If still unstable -- physically unstable! Oh, hahaha -- it's off to Doc-Inna-Box. If spinning ceases,* work.
And outside, it's No degrees, fondly Fahrenheit. Gack.
Later: Hahaha, guess what? Plan failed well ahead of shower. Can't actually stand up for that long.
Also later: Keebler tossed Sea Toast overboard. It is defunct. Heck, they even beached the trademark and left it to rot. :( Crown Pilot crackers are close but they ain't quite the same.
* And thus sufficieth us. As they say.
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