Did I brag here about how my breathing problems had gone away & all was right with the world? Probably. I know I bragged almost everywhere else, and canceled my appointment with the pulmonologist. You’d think I learn to not tempt “the giggling gods” (with thanks to Cobalt) that way. It’s 95 degrees outside, the cats’ food hasn’t been delivered yet and they’re hysterical, and my breathing is verstunken again. The cherry on the icing on the cake? My granddaughter took me to Costco this morning (bless her heart!) and heavy whipping cream has gone up from $6.59 to $10.79 for a half gallon. Expletives deleted.