At half-past six this morning, I woke up to a quiet airway: no bronchial rumble, nothing rattling in the trachea. The last thing I remember from yesterday is turning out the lamp and Watson settling down behind my knees circa 2300 hours. Good heavens — I slept through the night, without coughing fits in the small hours!

So I’m getting better, at last.

Today Jordan the landscaper and his crew are coming to lift the patio stone in preparation for tomorrow’s trenching operation. Can it be … progress? Only time will tell.