Posting anything today seems like a big waste of time, for the reader as well as the writer, since it has been thoroughly uneventful. Jimmy feels better and better. We had a very unlaborious Labor Day, neither of us even bothering to get out of our pajamas. Jimmy watched Woods and Mickelson slug it out in whatever golf tournament they were playing, then watched Clemson slug FSU (FSU slugged back at the end, but not quite hard enough). I slept all day, probably making up for all the sleep I lost trying to sleep on that implement of torture in the hospital. Ever so often, I'd wake up enough to make my way to the kitchen, eat a big bowl of Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream, then stagger back to bed. All in all, it wasn't a bad way to spend a Monday.