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pretty decent start to my day. couldn't sleep, so immersed myself in silly computer puzzle (pirate) games, stepped and treadmilled and showered, and ate the end of our yummy honeywheat bread from Stables for breakfast, and made a list of everything we wanted from the farmers market, and then went and got it. While at the farmer's market, i met the cutest dog. She looked like a chow-something mix, and the woman told me she was a rescued Eurasier. So now I have a new breed-infatuation.

after the vegetables needed for dinners this week, and some bonus delicata squash, peaches and plums, it was off to South Deerfield to a teeny, tiny honey festival, where we bought 2lbs of raspberry blossom honey, honey soap, and honey ice cream (courtesy of flavors) and saw some ludicrously pretty scenery. After that, we indulged in a moment of weakness at Yankee Candle, and home.

The dentist called, told us he had a cancellation and over we went. There was a lot of pain, and i think i've gotten to the point where the taste of blood in my mouth sends me directly into anxiety attack (for lack of a more visceral phrase). they've modified my fake tooth now, to the point where i can see the metal in my gums, with which I am most emphatically Not Okay. Hopefully, as the panic fades, i'll acknowledge the wisdom that something more easily kept clean is highly preferable to the ability to maintain the polite fiction with myself that there's is no metal embedded into my jawbone.

for now, i watch silent hill, play more stupid puzzle games, and hope to possibly pass out.

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pretty decent start to my day. couldn't sleep, so immersed myself in silly computer puzzle (pirate) games, stepped and treadmilled and showered, and ate the end of our yummy honeywheat bread from Stables for breakfast, and made a list of everything we wanted from the farmers market, and then went and got it. While at the farmer's market, i met the cutest dog. She looked like a chow-something mix, and the woman told me she was a rescued Eurasier. So now I have a new breed-infatuation.

after the vegetables needed for dinners this week, and some bonus delicata squash, peaches and plums, it was off to South Deerfield to a teeny, tiny honey festival, where we bought 2lbs of raspberry blossom honey, honey soap, and honey ice cream (courtesy of flavors) and saw some ludicrously pretty scenery. After that, we indulged in a moment of weakness at Yankee Candle, and home.

The dentist called, told us he had a cancellation and over we went. There was a lot of pain, and i think i've gotten to the point where the taste of blood in my mouth sends me directly into anxiety attack (for lack of a more visceral phrase). they've modified my fake tooth now, to the point where i can see the metal in my gums, with which I am most emphatically Not Okay. Hopefully, as the panic fades, i'll acknowledge the wisdom that something more easily kept clean is highly preferable to the ability to maintain the polite fiction with myself that there's is no metal embedded into my jawbone.

for now, i watch silent hill, play more stupid puzzle games, and hope to possibly pass out.