It was 99 degrees yesterday. There's something wrong with that. I continue to mend. My throat doesn't hurt anymore and the coughing is decreasing. I can keep my eyes open and focused. I think I'll live. I could use another day home, but I don't think I'll get that as I have too much to do tomorrow.
I managed to get out into the garden earlier. Rick's been having entirely too much fun out there without me. He's tending it beautifully, though.