Pladdohg is playing down south later this evening, we'll see how these lungs progress and where the head remains. An easy enough drive, a seat at a table for a Guinness or two, a drive back. Fresh air, fresh air of a kind I'm familiar with from my misspent youth, although I'm probably just jiving here, no way I'm going to be able to make the trip.

Back now from breakfast. Not able to eat all that much, but ate what I could. The waitress brought things on the house, a bowl of fruit, which is good, but a very large bowl of fruit, which is less good. A buttered toasted bagel, you have no idea how bad the butter tasted, couldn't eat it. Embarrassing to turn it away when they mean so well, but I left it on the plate along with half the mixed fruit and ate a lighter plain waffle with banana instead of what I'd been contemplating before the fruit and bagel arrived.

I can still lose a few pounds in the scheme of things, the seventy I've lost could be seventy-five without any problem, but I don't think you're supposed to go long periods with little or no food when you're sick. Basic mother to kids information, not to be ignored.

Things are better, maybe, maybe they're better, but today is starting much like yesterday looking at another series of naps. All that sleep I got yesterday and the night before did not follow through last night. No complaints, I'm ready to recover: body, you've got your head, do your stuff. It's overcast this early looking on the edge of rain and the weather people were talking cloudy today and clouds and rain tomorrow on both the news last night and the news this morning. If I was hearing right. Drifting in and out of consciousness, thinking of the difficulties I might have if I attempted the Carnaval trek. So, not getting around it, I'm not quite together at the moment, the coughing and such, this day in April, Cherry Blossom Festival weekend.