Waking up with the same headache that put you down is grossly unfair.
I follow Sam around the house chanting "Shame. Shame." He remains unrepentant concerning the dog poo he left on the back ramp.
Salicylic acid is not a lipid.
In the tree outside my bedroom window, a grey miner bird calls out. Again. And again. And again. And again. For hours. My headache beats with each cry. My headache too is annoyed by the bird.
In another room, a brief call to Malaysia.