Faced with the choice of enduring a bad toothache or going to the dentist, we generally tried to ride out the bad tooth.
Joseph Barbera
I spent Christmas Day with a terrible toothache. I finally reached for the Ty3 at about 3:14 AM.
Today I can still feel it, but in the background. Cats are fed, water is coming. I thought I would do some video game penance. The big litter box needs doing. I got it up the stairs. It is in the woodwork shop along with another one.
The cats need water, but it will have to wait till the litter boxes are done. There is much more that needs doing. That may not happen today. I am pretty sure that after doing the litter boxes and lugging around a heavy bottle of water. I will be spent.
Oops gotta go no cell battery left.
I made back to the USB cable, barely. Litter boxes were taken outside, emptied brought back in, and refilled. Water bowls were filled. Outside cats fed. 40 bag of wood pellets brought in, litter boxes refilled. Now collapsed on the bed, soaked in sweat dreaming of reaching for the coffee I made earlier. It is a half mile away, really three feet.
Maybe in twenty minutes.
30 minutes has passed, I am about to reach for the coffee, but that comes with many tasks, breakfast, refilling the daily vitamin container, starting the Xbox and more.
Later
