I checked up on Lucas the foundation guy and — sure enough — trenching won’t begin until next week, if then. The weather does not permit.

After a prolonged “For fuck’s sake” session, I am back in the comfy chair with the cat. Thank God I didn’t let the landscapers tear up the patio last week …

Bronchitis is still a major presence. I feel kinda wretched and very tired after a bad night, and there’s a knot of discomfort in my short ribs where a coughing fit produced pulled a muscle. The doc wrote me a scrip for a big antibiotic yesterday, but it hasn’t made much of a difference yet.

I hate this phase of convalescence — too sick to do much, but well enough to be bored.