The black balloon floating over my desk (no significance, even if colleagues were fearful, it was just... there) with its wide post-it smile is a bit like the effect of painkillers on my headache. Or that's what my post-lunch brain came up with. It is still a black balloon of death, only masked in a more bearable way.
Then the sun came out and my headache lifted along with the clouds. Hmmmmm.