It's Frightful

The weather, I mean. Outside. It's frightful. Actually, it's kind of apocalyptic; everything is blowing around and shaking and the rain is hitting the house hard, and I really do wish that K didn't have class tonight, y'know?

Anyway. Yesterday at the SIL's was really very pleasant. Nephew who rarely speaks became quite talkative, an unusual treat for us. He was showing me his resume and the packet he just sent out to 40 (!) companies to find a job, telling us about his work, and so on. A very nice day.

This morning was terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad etc. etc., but I got over it. Yes, it was the Martian again, but once I decided not to care (and my headache went away) I was much better. I also saw the dentist this afternoon for the toothache that suddenly developed Saturday night, but no action on that yet. He thinks it's an injury and should be better in a couple of days, and if not, I have to call him to get a new filling or whatever. I am never having root canal again (so I claim today, but it may become the best option), so we shall see.

Six more mornings to get up, but I have all kinds of stuff packed into my afternoons. Tomorrow we have to get an estimate to fix K's car, and then I have physical therapy for my shoulder -- no, I moved that to Wednesday -- and Resnick on Thursday because I'm pretty sure this is a flare, and therapy on Friday, by which time I will really, really need some.

Oh, crackle. (Not snap.) Doncha just hate it when the lightning makes your hearing aids crackle? Oh wait ...

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