Up again at 0430, ear throbbing, after a restless night of fever and confused dreams. A comfortable cup of strong coffee, some pain meds, a dose of antibiotics, and one can begin to size up the world.
Bleh. Hardly doing anything that required more than thirty seconds of focussed attention. As for writing — God help us all, I’m not even up to snark, even ripe and ready for the picking.
At any rate, thanks for all the kind messages and advice. If there’s no improvement by tonight (which will be 72 hours of antibiotics), I’ll go get checked out again.
Me and the cat and my drippy ear are going back to bed.