Thursday. Still the cough, but clearly better this morning. No waking up in the middle of the night to cough out whatever tickle had erupted down in the lungs or the wind pipe, no end of life sounding coughing jag when I awoke. Still some eruptions, we're not there yet, but clearly less intense than they've been these last several days. So that's good. The lung x-ray today or at the latest tomorrow.
Breakfast and the papers, a decent breakfast, plenty of time to read the papers, home now with the sun bright in a flat white half cloud filled sky. I'll see if I don't get out later for a walk, something I haven't done in these last ten days. The picture above was taken at the bus stop on my way to get a haircut Tuesday morning, but none of that counted as a walk; that was a get out the door, get shorn, get back as best you can escapade.
Later. A walk down by the lake to sit on a bench for maybe twenty minutes in the sun as the various runners and walkers passed me by, a walk farther on by the white columns to sit at another bench for say another fifteen minutes this time. A desultory picture or two during all this excitement, a note to self to clean the filter attached to the lens when I returned. No big deal, but something to keep an eye on.
So that's it? My outing for the day? I suspect. Pladdohg is playing in Emeryville later this evening. I've thought of going, a kind of “I'm back” statement, but I'm not confident that's for the best. I'm a bit worried about the Cherry Blossom Parade on Saturday. Will I be ready? Together? I think so, another two days after all, but again, you never know.