Reset Forty, Day Two

All day (after I woke after noon) Saturday the wad of cottonwool inside my head absorbed whatever I heard whatever I thought (or thought I thought) and blurred my vision. There's been a hint of an earache coming for me, a distressing threat from the distant past. I hated earaches above all else when I was a kid, and haven't had one for decades, but have dreaded their likely return. Whenever an ear presents me with a twinge I worry that this is it, that awful day. But it has remained only a twinge. Some day my luck will run out, but apparently not yet. It's not likely that the wad of cottonwool inside my head is related. That's a whole other thing, far more and increasingly common. Perhaps my brain will seize up before the full earache ever returns. I could get lucky. But probably not.


( Sunday Verse )