The chest congestion that has dogged me since Saturday has blossomed into a very nasty cold, with a cough that concerned me enough that today I finally went to see the doctor. He slapped the stethescope to my chest, I breathed deep, and he said, “Oh, yeah.” Meaning, meds needed.

I now have two pills under my belt out of a 10-day, 30-dose prescription. If there’s any consolation to this, it’s knowing that I’m in the process of finally knocking this bug out after it has done such a thorough job of making my life miserable these last few days.

So I’m not going to write much. Instead, I’m going to share with you this YouTube link of tenor saxophonist Rick Margitza playing My Foolish Heart with the John Fedchock New York Big Band. Rick is an astonishing player–a stunning virtuoso with a magnificent command of the altissimo register, a beautiful and inventive use of angularity, and always, a very pretty, almost delicate tone that treats a ballad with great tenderness and sensitivity, even in the midst of  a torrent of ideas. Listen and be amazed.

And with that, I’m signing off and making myself a cup of tea.