Well, I got that sleep I’ve been needing, which considering there was a room full of 10-year old girls next door giggling and jumping around until God only knows what time of the night, I’d say that was a pretty good feat.
I felt refreshed, awakened, and ready to take on another week. I celebrated this fact with a lovely fresh cup of home-brewed coffee, not black, not sugar-free. But my fortuitous weekend wasn’t to last.
As I was checking through my email, reading the online papers, and posting on a few forums that I frequent, I felt something grit-like between the bite of my teeth. Not thinking anything of it, I spat out the tiny offender and returned to my interest. Then another grit-like something got between my teeth, then another, and another.
I spat the last bit into my hand and looked at it. It was small and white. A bit like a tooth. I felt around with my tongue. It was a tooth; or a bit of one anyway. The edge of one of my front teeth had simply crumbled away, leaving a horribly ragged edge in my bite, and the sensitivity an exposed nerve.
My office has reached an alarming level of chaos and so I spent much of the afternoon not just tidying it, but getting my bookshelves and boxes all sorted out.
Got through a lot of website work, and listened to Rick Lupert’s Poetry Superhighway Open Poetry Reading live from Los Angeles, thanks to the wonder of the Internet.