Android has this wonderful feature... I can ring (or wipe clean) my phone from any browser. So I rang... I heard it ringing and it sounded like it was right next to me. I played the old hot/cold game with it for a good minute and a half. Under my chair. The fucker was under my chair.
So... that's been my day. My pleurisy is the same. No better. No worse. It isn't causing a breathing problem even. It only hurts when I cought, sneeze, laugh or talk. I don't think it's going to hurt when I swim but if it does then we will take measures for sure. I have no fever, no sore throat, really no other symptoms at all. If I had regular lungs, I wouldn't really even think about it but my lungs haven't been regular in a decade.
Zoey has been spending most evenings in what I call her honey pot. For some reason I cannot define, it just tickles me no end when she burrows herself into that little thing and rules from her perch.
Tonight I'm watching the pilot of The Good Wife and then I'm going to watch True Detective. I never saw it the first time and didn't care enough to go look for it. Finally they are re-airing so I'll give it a go.