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.