but really, it is a puzzlement to me.  i don’t really need to broadcast my petty difficulties as far as france, but on the other hand, i do need, it seems, to puzzle them out.  my breathing, for instance.  turns out i was unsuccessful keeping The Thing out of my chest, as i’d crowed a bit below.  it’s in my chest.  the coughing continues, and now it’s been a full week that i’ve had some manifestation of this.  it made me come home from the party today just after noon when i’d planned to stay until 6, because we were shunted into a side room with an unfinished concrete floor and whatever i was breathing in caused an asthma attack, of course.  why wouldn’t it.  not pretty.  so i came home and knit alone.  and hacked and hacked, and then decided, since i’d hacked my throat raw again to use some more of the throat spray i’d discontinued after just a few days, as my sore throat had mutated into Something Else.  and the think about the spray (chloraseptic-like walgreens stuff) is it seems to help my asthma, too, as i spray it on the back of my throat and it triggers the gag reflex and that relieves some of the pressure.  who knew?  i’m better for an hour or so after i spay it, and since i can spray it every 2 hours that’s good enough for me.  and then, it’s raining now, and it was a couple of hours ago, too, so it might just be a coincidence, the throat spray, when really it’s the atmospheric release or something.  but i’m hanging on the the spray.  gotta go pour cafes tomorrow morning, after all.  see if i can make my crust.  need that spray.