Finals are over. I am sick: pain everywhere and a fever. I will write something substantial in time, but right now bed and cats are my friends. If only the sleep would be peaceful... It won't--not until the fever passes. I called the doctor's office this morning and told the lady who answered that I am still coughing up stuff and have been for weeks (at least since late Match when hurricaneamy was here). She asked what pharmacy I use. I don't know if that means anything useful--she asked if the steroids were helpful. I said that my airways are open but the problem is the junk in my throat that doesn't come up. Please, God, not more steroids!