Still not well

(Variation on "Still not King.")

Coughing continues.  Wife suggested that if I need some penicillin, I should consult her moldy bread.  At which point I questioned whether that culture would be gluten-free, and she said she would scrape it carefully.

Thus do we amuse ourselves on our deathbeds.

Morning dewpoint trails the air temperature by a couple of degrees -- doesn't matter if that is Centigrade or Fahrenheit.  The air conditioner has kicked in already, even though I have the thermostat set at 78 F. 

Or, as a writer opined in the latest SMITHSONIAN (about Atlanta in the summer) -- hot enough that the mosquitoes are sticking together.  One reason why we didn't move back there...

Turmoil

Temporary acquisition of Elder Son and assorted baggage today, lasting until he flies out to San Fransisco on Wednesday -- major life change dumping his current job and looking for another, in a strange and large city far away.  At least he has an apartment lined up...

And once he lands, we ship a buncha stuff out to him.  Beats driving, I guess, especially since he doesn't own a car.

He could have timed it better, what with the plague and the weather and all.