If I Lay Down Here, Would My Heart Just Stop?
No worries, I’m just tired. Managing pain after wisdom teeth extraction is, if you will pardon the language, a bitch. Every six hours–at twelve and six, basically–it’s time for another dose of ibuprofen for the swelling plus pain meds. I almost feel the pain myself at this point.
The hardest thing in the world is seeing a kid suffer and wishing you could do it for them. I console myself with the thought that it will be over soon, he’s already over the hump. The surgery was the rough part, recovery is a piece of cake.
Thanks to Jess and djonn yesterday, who let me know Dr. McCoy’s song, titled Bones, is off a Leslie Fish album. Which I will be burning up the road buying, because that song is stuck in my head so often, they should charge me royalties.
No, really, they shouldn’t. I can’t pay. I’ve got kids. And a Muse to feed.
Speaking of Muses, there’s an excellent piece about abusing the Muse over at RTB today. Thanks to the Selkie for sending that alone, I about peed myself laughing. TMI, I know.
I am working on the coffee mugs from the Valentine Slogan Contest. Life has interfered, just like life has interfered with me writing more on the Jill book. But the fifth Valentine book is in copyedits, and I have a week to come up with supplementary materials and tweak the glossary, since there are a few demon terms that need to be slipped in and Kgembe’s Laws to be defined. Argh. Maybe I’ll just spend the weekend staring at the ceiling and trying to think.
Last but not least, thank you, gods and critters, for creating portable air conditioning units. I don’t even care about the venting-outside-thing and the needing duct tape to jury rig the whole thing together. (Where does the term “jury rig” and “jerry rig” come from, anyway? Must go find out…) The current spate of eighty-degree days, shading into ninety-degree days, would be hellish if not for my quick trip to Target to pick up three hundred dollars worth of cool summer goodness. I’m calling it a necessary expense, since I don’t want the kids to faint of heatstroke and if I have to deal with sweating through one more day I might get cranky and Hurt Someone.
And nobody wants that.
