I went to the doctor last evening. He gave me drugs and told me that I must rest for the rest of the week, which means no painting, no swimming, and lots of sleeping. I am glad he told me that, because otherwise I would feel too slothful to rest so completely, and thus I would perpetuate this awful congestion and cough. So that is my plan. Today I will sleep. I will wake up from time to time, maybe practice a bit, walk Mabel of course, but mostly I will be like Patsy and Hammy here, crashed out on the bed.