The news about Dylan.

May 5, Pittsboro.

There is always something.
I spent most of the day in the ER with Dylan.
In the end we found out he has asthma, and was having an acute attack. We had taken him to a clinic in the morning to check on this ongoing cough he's had, and the cold he had just caught yesterday playing outside with Flaco until late, and as we got home he started having difficulty breathing. Now he's set with a vaporizer and treatment for the lung infection that triggered the attack, and I'm learning of people who turn out to have asthma too, like Fridman's mother, and Sheyla's daughter, and other kids around the circus, so I don't feel as bad about the condition.
It was another stressful day on the road, but the staff at the ER was wonderful, especially the attending physician, a woman who must have been ten years my junior and exulted such joy and trust.
And Dylan got to watch cartoons on TV all afternoon.