General

Generalized ickiness, nothing of any importance. Read an entertaining book of no importance. As well as The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder, which left it's mark on my soul in the same place it did when I first read it as a girl. With the additional medical knowledge of nutrient deficiencies. And as I ate my angel hair pasta with marinara from a jar, I felt something hard grate on my tooth. And it turned out to be my tooth. I've broken another one. This is generally disturbing, my old nightmare of my teeth crumbling in my head coming true. Is this age? Disease? My own ill nutrition, or lack of childhood dental care?

I went in today, my normal day off, for but three hours, to cover lunches. Much needed, as there were two people missing, one for a funeral, another an injury. I'm not the only one having a difficult week.

Cleared out the shower head with vinegar. Vacuumed up the tissue shreds all over the floor, from the laundry. There is always at least one tissue that goes through any load.