Yes, Andrew, I was whining. But be fair — I can’t choke the radio in the doctor’s office, much as I would like to. I’m pretty sure they won’t believe that I’m allergic to trite schmaltz. As for “Christmas in Killarney”, a stab of the finger brought me Jimmy Buffet before ol’ Bing could get to “with all the folks at home.”

Second day of antibiotic, and I slept through the night, even over-slept. This stuff really works, even with its downright unsettling list of warnings.

I must acquire a dressy pair of black trousers with belt loops for concerts. These days, I need a belt to keep my shirt tucked in, and I don’t want to feel my shirt-tail flapping half-way through the “Hallelujah” chorus.