smacky and bucky

Watching hockey, baby is asleep, and except for the unnerving fact that I can't take a deep breath (literally. I am physically unable to take a deep breath. It's like someone is sitting on my chest), all is right with my world. I would be much more concerned about the whole "can't breath in because my lung capacity has apparently dropped to about 20%" thing if my wife hadn't described the exact same symptom last week in herself. So I'm cautiously optimistic it will abate without incident. In the meantime, I won't be running any marathons.