The weather's been good today but I haven't really appreciated it much. The cellulitis has settled nicely and I believe my kidneys are cranking themselves back to something like normal, but I have the worst chest cold I've had in years (it's not covid). Every cough hurts me round my middle and makes my headache worse. We have our Memory Café tomorrow. The singer we'd booked called off at the last minute ("her clutch broke..."), leaving us stranded. Luckily, we have an act called Fiddlefit who have agreed to step into the breach, Gawd bless 'em. So it's been a bit of a day. I'm hoping to feel a lot better tomorrow so that I can go along. I might even take my harmonicas with me...