The nurse said, Is there pressure in your ears? and I said, no.  Then it’s just a cold, or the first days of a really bad flu.  Stay home; call us tomorrow if there’s pressure in your ears.

So I stay home today, sleeping.  I file a motion for continuance in a trial set tomorrow. I drink hot tea. I eat toast.  I try to read but the pages blur.

About six o’clock, the pressure in my ears starts.

But I’m not complaining.  Except for feeling like a truck ran over me and this pressure in  my ears, I’m doing fairly well.

Back to sleep.  Perchance to dream.

It’s the eighteenth day of the twenty-fifth month of My Year Without Complaining.  Life continues.