Life happens. It being Sunday, I went for a run this morning. A Sunday run is not that unusual, you say … well, except for the fact that I’ve been barely conscious for the better part of a week and a half. The nine klick run through the near-freezing suburban trail system was a mix of joyous relief and pounding pain. Relief, because after ten days in a perscription-induced fog of pain and sleep and blurry half-aware hum, it was wonderful to be back out on the streets feeling the air and the asphalt and the buzz of adrenaline. Pain, because my tooth felt every jolting footstep like an earthquake aftershock, and oh right we had one of those a…

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I didn’t get much chance to focus on writing anything better than a short personal update for today. Anyone who has been reading my posts regularly might know that blogging, cooking, and enjoying the outdoors is a stress-relief valve for me…. though apparently not enough of one. According to my dentist I’ve been grinding my teeth. “Are you stressed about anything?” she asked. Hmm. Let me think… while I adjust this facemask and re-sanitize my hands for the sixth time today nearly a full year into a global pandemic. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but all that stress grinding meant that I cracked a filling and needed two hours of emergency dental work yesterday morning after an…

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