Fevers can be fatal for diabetic senior citizens.

I’m not posting very often any more. This time it’s been a combination of physical ills and emotional drain. I guess I’m just not too happy, and this is affecting damn near everything.

This week, for instance, I endured a dangerously high fever* (102.8°) from my never-ending urinary tract infection — still going strong since 2016! — that sent Sam scrambling to call the hospice in the middle of the night. The administrator sent over an emergency R.N. to check me out and prescribe an antibiotic. I knew in advance that an antibiotic would be pointless, though, because I’ve been completely resistant for quite some time now. (In 2018 I was flooded with intravenous antibiotics during three hospital stays for sepsis and cellulitis.)

Fevers can be fatal for diabetic senior citizens. In my case, I always wind up unresponsive and delirious, and it takes several days for me to “bounce back.” This time was a little different … I bounced back so hard that 12 hours later I had a body temperature of only 92.1° and felt like a dead mackerel. Holy mother of crap.

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I’ve only got a few free fonts for you this time, and that’s because (believe it or not) I haven’t found very many that I don’t already have, or that don’t look any different than the 5,000+ fonts crowding my library. Tonight we have a fun display font (“Blocco”), three nice scripts and one layered display script (“Feelin Sweet”). Enjoy, okay? Download links will appear below the graphic.

Blocco • Granotta • Venture • Crendentials • Feelin Sweet

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For a bedridden invalid I’ve got a damn busy day coming up today! Expected activities include: 1) a visit from my hospice C.N.A. for a bath and hygiene session; 2) our maid will be here at noon to clean the house; and 3) my visiting podiatrist, Dr. Wright, will be here this morning for a quarterly routine foot exam and nail maintenance, although the whole hoo-hah might be iffy because I never answered his office manager’s voice mail to confirm the appointment. I have to call his office at 9 a.m. to make sure I’m still on his schedule for today.

I’m overdue for a visit from Dr. Wright. I missed last quarter’s appointment because I was quite ill at the time and Sam was bedridden with that miserable upper respiratory infection. Diabetics have to be extra careful with their feet and nails, so it’s important for the doctor to see me today if he can. Stay tuned for further details but please feel free to resume your normal routine in the meantime.

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Kirk Douglas, the son of an illiterate Russian-Jewish ragman who went on to star in 80 films over the span of six decades, died Wednesday in Beverly Hills at the age of 103. Douglas walked away from a helicopter crash in 1991 (oy) and suffered a severe stroke in 1996 (double oy), but he refused to give in. With the passionate will of a survivor, Kirk Douglas was the last man standing of all the great stars from Hollywood’s golden era.

Nominated three times for best actor by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences — for Champion (1949), The Bad and the Beautiful (1952) and Lust for Life (1956) — Douglas was the recipient of an honorary Oscar in 1996. Considered by most to be the top male star of the post-World War II era, he finally retired from films in 2004.

Douglas’ most impressive success, though, was his rebellion against the McCarthy Era establishment by producing and starring as a slave in Spartacus (1960), written by blacklisted screenwriter Dalton Trumbo, making the actor a hero for single-handedly ending the blacklist. Spartacus was Universal’s biggest moneymaker, which was an achievement that stood for a decade.

The end.

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That’s all for today, folks. I have to wake Sam now and ask for some food. It’s 11:30 p.m. and we’ve both been asleep for HOURS. Thank you for reading this, and please do your best to remember the Alamo if you have a spare minute.