For those late to the news, he went to the ER on New Year's Eve because of shortness of breath. We thought it might have been pneumonia, but instead it was "mild congestive heart failure."
Weeks later, we still don't know why it happened. Maybe we never will. We just know that his EF numbers are really bad, and that he has had to start a low-salt diet (lower than it already was), and limit his fluids. He cannot bike the way he enjoys, and is supposed to find some middle ground of "regular, moderate exercise" that basically leaves him with walking.
He's having to adopt the lifestyle of my Dad, except that my Dad is 88. We don't know what this all means in terms of scary things like life-expectancy, but our thinking is along the lines of taking trips sooner rather than later (especially high-altitude places like Yosemite). This is a condition that does not 'heal' or get better, which makes the situation even worse.
So, yes, I'm still very much around, and enjoying movies/books/fannish things from time-to-time. But not feeling very chatty right now. Don't give up on me.
*hugs* to one and all.