Stream-of-consciousness blogging my new red pajama pants

I just finished eating homemade macaroni & cheese (with kale) while wearing new red pajamas. It is taking all my energy to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head in a gleeful cheesy new pajama coma. It is glorious, which is a welcome relief from the anti-gloriousness that threatened to overtake this week.

Monday a giant silver nugget fell out of my mouth. For real. It was the biggest, silveriest filling I ever did see. Not that I’ve seen a lot of fillings, but dude the silver thing that fell out of my mouth was roughly the size of a tooth. I was going to take a picture of it but I don’t know where it is. I thought it was in the bowl of USB thumb drives & nail polish that I keep on the coffee table, but I was wrong. Instead you get a picture of the blanket I am making.

Can I just interject that nothing has made me feel quite so old as having chunks of my tooth-like matter falling right out of my skull? Also, I am convinced I need bi-focals. That’s what happens at forty, right? I will report more about that tomorrow after I go to the eye doctor. Yeah, after silver stuff started raining from the roof of my mouth I decided to get my eyes checked out before they grow cataracts or something.

Anyway, while I planned to spend most of Monday dreading my uninsured visit to the dentist on Tuesday, mother nature interfered and I spent all my selfish anxiety watching Hurricane Sandy on TV and on Twitter. How weird is that sentence? I watched the natural disaster on TV. Since then I’ve made a concentrated effort to limit my hurricane news and if I could stop paying attention to anything regarding the election or Minnesota’s proposed constitutional amendments I’d probably sleep sometime before next week.

This is a long way to say that despite the unending anxiety I decided to take comfort in the small joys today. Like new red pajamas, macaroni & cheese, and thermal underwear shirts with sleeves so fabulously long that even when I extend my arms to full wingspan the sleeves don’t creep past my wrists. Do you know how rare that is? DO YOU? I have the longest arms in the land. My sisters call me Go-Go-Gadget-Arms and until I wash this shirt I have one that covers my wrists.

That is all.

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2 Comments

  1. NBFB 02.Nov.12 at 11:59 am

    I need bifocals, sort of. Few years ago, while conversing with the eye Dr. about eye strain, he suggested I consider something because of all the computer time I log. Sort of like reading glasses, but not quite – computer glasses. He wrote me a script for a +1. I got a pair of cheap, computer glasses which I wear only at work.

    They work great at keeping the eye strain at a minimum.

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    1. Jodi 02.Nov.12 at 12:01 pm

      I was wondering if I’d need bifocals, but apparently not. He said my eyes were fine and haven’t actually changed much since my last exam.

      I do notice that when I’m on the computer at night I get some of the eye strain. Like I can’t get anything on the screen to focus. I usually take that as a hint to turn it off.

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