Though it’s only Wednesday, my body tells me that it’s really next week.  The last ten days have definitely given me pause to wonder.  Hearing after hearing hammered at me.  A pile of files hauled in from the car by my long-suffering secretary testifies to the professional beating.  My limp left hand and swollen right foot give a little glimpse of the personal.

But I’m not complaining.  The mystery of how a shard of glass got on my dining room floor whilst I worked one brutal day pales beside the hilarity of my limping around the first floor determined not to drag my bleeding self up to the newly tiled bathroom to get the wound sealant package.  I will not bleed on that new grout!  Like the Corley woman that I am, I got the giggles.  I finally found a styptic pencil in the first floor bathroom.

It looked like a mafia war had happened down here but Brian’s hard work remains unchristened by calamity.

The quest to live complaint-free requires a bright-side attitude and a fair amount of teeth-gritting.  When your mettle gets tested by blow after blow, you just hobble threw it.  Some days shine like a shooting star; others cloud over with smog and cinder.

Fifteen days remain in the twenty-fourth month of My Year Without Complaining.  Still standing.  Bent over; swollen; tired; but willing to grin.

Life continues.