I’ve gotten my voice back but am coughing a dry hacking cough that is starting to explode the blood vessels in the front of my head, feels like razor blades in my throat and I think is going to make it difficult to sleep if it goes on.

I’ve continued on my rehabilitation schedule of long hours of television interspersed with laying out by the pool. I’ve come to the conclusion the television is more insidious than I once thought and my skin is a little crispy, even though I sat under an umbrella for most of my time outside.

That is all to report. Well really, there is more to report but, you know, uh, The Simpsons are on.