Breathing is still labored, but not so labored as it was.  How much of that is the antibiotic and how much something approaching a good night’s rest is more than I can guess.

My collegiate son came home for a few hours today.  He needed a physical and fingerprinting in anticipation of his recurring summer job.  Unfortunately, he had car trouble on the way home, so the physical got bumped to another time.  He has already returned for his evening class, which he was loathe to miss.  He took a copy of Faith and Gaming with him, and wants me to let him know when that Non-productive broadcast is going to air, since he’ll be in the listening area then.

Meanwhile I am almost caught up on yesterday–that’s overstating it, actually, since there is a treasure trove of forum posts awaiting my attention, and they’re not going to be finished before dinner by any stretch.  However, there is at least faint hope that I will be able to catch up tonight, or else that I will be able to get to the place tonight that I can catch up tomorrow.

I’m not going to do it by talking about it, though, so let me get to it.

–M. J. Young