Just Breathe, on Friday, May 16th, 2025

Hello, dear Reader, and good morning (et cetera, based on when you read this) and welcome to yet another day above ground. 

Like so many other things, breathing is something that most of us take for granted, since it's an automated function of this miraculous mud shell that God Almighty created and designed as the chosen vessels for each of us to spend this mortal life in. There's nothing wrong with that, either. 

I submit to you, though, that the act of breathing itself is never very far from the mind of a person when he/she is struggling for each and every breath; this is, at least, very true of me.

Without disclosing the physician's identity, I will state that the 'care' I received from a nearby pulmonologist yesterday was woefully inadequate at best, and I will be seeking adequate care elsewhere as soon as possible; Grok AI helped me identify a well-rated specialist who I plan to call in a little while, when the Sun has risen and normal people are awake for the day.

Using AI to summarize my experience yesterday seems as though it will prove very useful in the future. Considering the possibility of future legal action, that is the sum-total of all that I can freely share with regard to yesterday's experience at this time.

This morning, I waited until little-old-man Max woke up and asked to be fed, and then stood to protect him as he ate from the voracious new baby puppy's stealing from poor Max; he's so sweet and gentle, he just accepts it and lets it happen. He had rough beginnings, though. 

I chose to read Proverbs 16 and Zephaniah 3 today: here is Grok AI's summary of the two together, for those interested (but I always read the chapter/s themselves before digging deeper with AI).

Thank you for the precious moments of life that you chose to spend here today; God bless you now and always, in Jesus' Name, amen.