On an seven hour shift at work. My dinner: Camembert cheese, a loaf of sourdough bread, green grapes, and a "Tangerine Wavelength" Fruitopia. The leftovers will be left in the fridge over night for lunch during tomorrow's 10-6pm shift. All I seem to do is work.
Tonight will be the first night back in my own bed; Michelle's sister will be gone, Oliver the ugly white cat will be gone (he's about twice Sambuca's size and a third as old, with grotesque pink giant rat-eyes), and I will be able to slink into my bedroom and hide out for the night. And get up at six-thirty, of course, because everyone else needs to take showers in the morning too. I've enjoyed my nights at Michael's house will the stupid cat stayed over breaking things, but now I want a bit of fetus-style time and gestate and replenish.
Had a dentist's appointment this morning, had my teeth cleaned, my gums prodded (with discussion of painful oral surgery down the line), and then got shoved out the door with an appointment in three months. And more floss.
I think that the pilgrimage to Salt Spring Island to find the elusive Buddhist monastery must be a go, this semester. Probably whenever reading break is on.
My mouth is very sore.