Poor dear has been hacking and coughing for a week.  I finally convinced him
to see his doctor (why won't men just go to a doctor?).  He has bronchial
pneumonia.  They gave him all sorts of drugs and prescription cough medicine
and told him to take it easy.  His next art show isn't until the end of the
month, thankfully.  But I worry about him.  He's had two heart attacks
already, the last resulting in a quintuple bypass; he doesn't need to wend
his way into another one by neglecting his health.

On the good news front, his cat Kidder has been playing nurse-maid, sitting
with him in the big easy chair in front of the television :)

Jill