I did nothing yesterday but cough and dose myself with broncho-dilator drugs and steroids. A major asthma attack cancelled all hopes, plans and intentions. Thank God, the drugs did what they’re supposed to do and I was spared a visit to the hospital. Today, I went to the Y for pool class, ran a couple of errands, and tired myself out completely.

COVID may have retreated, but I don’t think it’s gone.

My fiddle-playing friend pinged me today to set up a tunes date next Thursday, and choir practice resumes a week from Monday. I have a few days yet to shape up.