Hi, there, Dear Reader. It is late afternoon in Lithia, Florida, on Sunday, July 10, 2022. It is a hot and rainy summer day in the Tampa Bay area. The temperature is 90°F (32°C) under partly sunny skies. With humidity at 64% and the wind blowing from the southwest at 7 MPH (12 KM/H), the heat index is 100°F (38°C). Today’s forecast calls for scattered rain showers and a high of 92°F (33°C). Tonight, we can expect light rain. The low will be 77°F (25°C).
The Caregiver is gone. She’s on her way to Miami, where she will attend her recently deceased boyfriend’s funeral tomorrow. She asked me if I wanted to go, but I am not feeling well; I seem to have caught a cold – not COVID-19 – and I still have a sore throat and frequent coughing fits. She made some tea to help me with the sore throat this morning, but she left the house without stopping in my room to say “Goodbye.”
So, here I sit at my desk, trying to deal with a sore throat and frequent coughing fits, trying to sort out how I will spend the rest of this Sunday and tomorrow. I’m not deathly ill, just vexed by the tightness that presages a coughing fit and/or the soreness in my throat.
I don’t have a heck of a lot to report about what I’ve been up to. I have made some progress with Peter Caddick-Adams’ Fire & Steel: The End of World War Two in the West; I’ve read the first three chapters and I’m well into the fourth. If I felt better, I’d probably be on Chapter Five, but colds and their symptoms can take the fun and joy out of life.
As you can imagine, I am not in the mood to make any plans for the rest of Sunday other than keeping hydrated, not overexerting myself, and taking the proper doses of medicine at the proper time. I might watch something out in the Florida room TV set, or maybe I’ll just stay in my room and watch something on my TV set. On the whole, I’d rather not have this summer cold or whatever it is, but I do, and the only thing for that is to take care of the symptoms and not let things get worse.
And, on this note, Dear Reader, I will sign off. Until next time, stay safe, stay healthy, and I’ll catch you on the sunny side of things.
A Certain Point of View, Too 
Feel better soon. Bummer about the Caregiver’s boyfriend. I didn’t realize he was that ill. Take care of yourself.
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