The sun has set..the screen provides the only light besides the small amount of grey twilight coming the patio doors. The top left of my mouth hurts where some dental work was done…needs more I guess…part of another tooth broke off when they were fixing a crown…crap.
The house is smoky from the fire..small wisps of smoke hang near the ceiling..the chimney must be somewhat blocked by the snow. The smell of burning oak mostly covers the burnt popcorn smell from the microwave fiasco.
The teeny tiny bit of wine gave me a headache so I am making a pot of soothing tea…feeling restless…my teeth hurt.
The tea is sweet, a faint taste like licorice, minty, soothing. The stream rises of the cup into my face.
The stove beeps as Susan sets the timer on for the sweet potatoes. She sings and crinkles the the bag of nuts as she fishes out a few for a snack.
My teeth hurt.
