Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred Thirty

Early Saturday morning I lay awake in bed listening to no rain, and didn't get to sleep until after dawn. Then I slept until late afternoon, and pale sun penetrating the thin overcast that had replaced the clouds. Later I heard raindrops again, and realized that I hadn't gone out to check my mailbox. Now wanting any mail I might have to get wet in the inadequate box, I went out to check it in the growing shower and got wet myself. No mail was harmed though, AS there turned out to be none. Still, I'm glad I went out because it reminded me of how much I used to enjoy getting wet with rain.

But my tooth(s) was/were acting up, so I didn't fix any dinner. One good thing about not having diner is that I don't bite myself. My teeth have been biting me so much lately that I barely have time to heal between bites. I'm pretty sure my teeth hate me as much as I have come to hate them. This makes skipping meals seem like a small but significant victory in this war. Ultimately I will win the war, as when I die so will my teeth, but it will be a pyrrhic victory, as, being dead, I won't be able to gloat.

After a time I took some more anti-inflammatory medication and went back to bed, and slept a good, long time again. My tooth(s) had quieted down so I fixed dinner about four o'clock this morning, and so far no big deal. But for some reason I'm tired but not sleepy. I should go lie in bed again anyway, like I did yesterday. Eventually I will fall asleep. Meanwhile:


( Sunday Verse )