This morning marks an event similar to discovering I really can't type while standing up. I am having great difficulty generating an entry off the cuff while sitting on the couch.
Why am I on the couch? Didgeridoo Boy is sleeping in, way in. Like since 10am yesterday morning after a really bad night, which might seem excessive until the matter of his tooth is taken into consideration. And what's with his tooth? It's cracked, and this is making his whole face hurt. The mere thought makes me wince to the point of needing a facelift afterward. I can't get him to take Advil or put anything on his gum. He says those things don't work - - from my customary writing spot.
This feels like practicing yoga on the dining room table.
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