The Cough From Hell has eased up exactly one notch — enough to delude me into thinking I can run around town doing errands, but not enough to let me actually do what I planned without a nasty fit in the drug store parking lot.

Speaking of the drug store, the pharmacy staff now know my dope list better than I do. Small town.

The cats have lived with my cough all their lives, and they simply decamp when it gets too convulsive. It hasn’t killed me yet, so it doesn’t worry them. Failing to get up before seven o’clock, however — that’s a sign of approaching End Times!

It’s unusually cold for the end of May, with a forecast high today of just 13°C and a brisk wind. I had to restart the furnace.