I feel like hammered crap, Stilly — thank you for asking — but I managed a little bit of actual work today, breaking down the cardboard boxes accumulated in the garage for recycling.

Bronchitis is an ailment that lets up in daytime and worsens again at night. I feel weak and inefficient but generally functional from about ten in the morning till about suppertime, then progressively worse. Nights are miserable — coughing and tossing and turning. So. I do useful things while I can, then sit down with the cat.

The doctor’s office opens at nine tomorrow. Wish me luck getting past Cerberus the receptionist.