If I found a medication that gave me the happiness and freedom and sense of possibility that half a litre of wine does, I'd take it. Especially if its effects lasted longer than half a litre of wine's does. But however briefly, I remember what life was like ten or twelve years ago. Let's go to Japan! Let's buy a ticket at the shop next door and make our reservations for a business hotel in Komagome and off we go! Or farther back-- let's go to France! Amsterdam! England! A rail pass and friends to crash with and no worries about knees or backs (though in '89 I did bring an orthotic pillow with me; even in those days...)
All this helped by odd flashbacks to the early 90s and my Papuwa obsession, whose flavour I'd almost entirely forgotten after almost twenty years. Hot weather and interrupted sleep will do it.
Otherwise, hot weather seems the time to read Holmes