More of the same

The scan of my lungs showed no reason for alarm other than the pneumonia, so now I'm waiting for the costly little pills to do their thing, and assumedly all will be well. . . . . .

Dylan is all-atwitter at the prospect of heading to cousin Olivia's tomorrow. She will be 6 on Saturday, plenty of reason to gather for a celebration. Uncle Ry will be 32 Sunday, so he'll join the group in Rochester, too, and probably get a calendar blown out in his honor as well. . . . . .

The long gap since the last presidential primary election (was it only five weeks ago?) has diminished the race from my mind a bit, but I'll probably watch the Obama-Clinton debate tonight. I'm interested in hearing how Sen. Clinton will get us to believe she and Bill are the "little people" candidates while Obama is part of the "elitist" crowd. . . . . .

Dylan and I stopped by the USD football practice yesterday (indoors no doubt because of the ghastly 50 MPH wind outdoors). Unfortunately we won't be here for the spring red-white game Friday night, but college football season is only four months plus a few days away. . . . . .

This and that to catch up

It's Monday night, April 14, and the tax service in Rapid City which did my income taxes last year called to inquire if I was in good shape for this year. In great shape actually! I'm getting a refund for the first time in so many working years that I can't even remember what a refund is like. I just wish I had filed in January instead of two weeks ago! . . . . .

I've been hacking and coughing and feeling lousy and having a hard time sleeping for at least two weeks, so today, after a weekend when the right side of my chest started to hurt each time I inhaled, I went to a doctor. Pneumonia, of course! Ten sickly yellow Levaquin pills cost me $115; I suppose I should be thankful that my trusty prescription insurance paid $19 of the total cost. (I wonder which presidential candidate will fix this issue!) I also have to have a CATscan of my chest in Yankton tomorrow morning since some blood figures were alarmingly high, according to the doctor's nurse. They assured me the cause is probably the pneumonia, but they want to be sure that it's not a pulmonary something-or-other. So this adventure continues at least for another day. I'd be satisfied for now if my first of 10 pills would stop my coughing. . . . . .

So life goes on for at least another day!

'Nothing could be finer than to hammer Carolina . . . . .'

I can't resist coming back to life on this blog after Saturday night's two magnificent Final Four games. With Duke long gone from the tournament, it's sweeter than sweet, it's almost even better than Duke being there and winning, to see North Carolina absolutely embarrassed, pummeled, destroyed by Kansas in the first half, and then, after a Carolina rally, to see it done all over again. An 18-point demolition for Hansbrough, King Roy Williams and the Sickly Blue Crew! Beautiful!

If one picture is worth a thousand words, it's Hansbrough on the seat of his pants, hammered to the floor by the KU defenders, his shots blocked, his homely body outrebounded. Sports Illustrated will probably NOT have a photo taken from above the basket showing Hansbrough going up to the hoop because tonight he didn't get there! Awesomely wonderful!

A few tears from the press conference podium by Roy Williams will be so sweet tonight.

Almost as entertaining was UCLA getting sent back to Hollywood and beach duty by 15 points by Memphis. UCLA won so many escapes all season thanks to officials' favorable calls; tonight they weren't close enough for that to happen!

Carolina? Gone! UCLA? Gone!

Probably no calls from my Tar Heel friends tonight. Ha ha ha ha ha!