Yesterday I bent to my right in order to grab a shoe from Doobie's claws and I coughed. Instantly a sharp pain shot through my right side ribs. From that point on, the day was crap.

I managed, though. Good thing no cop saw me without my seat belt as I had to drive to the art guild gallery to a meeting with a reporter from the local paper. I couldn't get the belt around me without screaming in pain.

Now I have a pretty good tolerance for pain. But this was dreadful.

I considered running to a doctor or the ER but I only have Medicare here and the VA hospital is over 100 miles away. So I put up with it.

This morning was supposed to be nine holes with the "old guys" at Seneca Hills, but I skipped it. No sense in angering the wound.

It is a bit better this morning. Thanks to everyone who cared and wrote.

Now, what the heck to do about this house? The cats are on a tear. There are clumps of dark hair on every square yard of carpet.

Can I run the vacuum without hurting?

Hell with it. I'll think about the vacuum tomorrow.