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Aug. 21st, 2019 10:27 pmToday was sort of half and half: half okay, half not so great. I woke up at 5-ish again and had to get up. This time it was less than 5 hours of sleep, which is really the tipping point where I Can't Even. When the Sparrowhawk got up, I had a cup of tea, and then we both went back to bed. So I had 6 1/2 hours of sleep (broken into segments) by the time I had to get up and dash to the dentist's office for a tooth cleaning. I just don't enjoy the dentist, much as I appreciate them for keeping my teeth healthy. This time, I thought I'd done all right, because it seemed to not be taking very long, and as if there wasn't a lot of plaque to remove. But then she decided to check my gums, which they do by taking a poky thing and POKING ME about every inch. All. Along. Each. Jaw. Poke poke poke, ouch ouch ouch. My brain understands it is only for my own good, but my body doesn't get this and is all "Why are you not letting us leap out of this chair and run away!" Last time, I had made improvements, but this time, it got worse again. I was again threatened with the dread Deep Cleaning, but then she thought it over and realized that the x-rays don't show anything that could be cleaned. So she decided to have me come back in three months and meanwhile have me use the rubber tipped gum stimulator vigorously.
I went home. This kind of took the stuffing out of me for the day. The sky was blue and the clouds were puffy and white. The temperature was only in the 80s, but it seemed very humid, very steamy and sultry, and I didn't have the wherewithal to walk or go to the park. I just stayed home. This being Wednesday, I will report that I've taken up The Age of the Horse again, and I'm about a third of the way through. As much as I knew already about horses, I seriously had no idea about the development of haute ecole and the manege into circus performance and hippodrama. It's astonishing. There's just one chapter about it, but many novels could arise from this one chapter. With, I would think, huge possibilities for cross-dressing, danger, and romance. I don't have enough lifetimes left to write any of these novels, but I can dreamily imagine them.
I went home. This kind of took the stuffing out of me for the day. The sky was blue and the clouds were puffy and white. The temperature was only in the 80s, but it seemed very humid, very steamy and sultry, and I didn't have the wherewithal to walk or go to the park. I just stayed home. This being Wednesday, I will report that I've taken up The Age of the Horse again, and I'm about a third of the way through. As much as I knew already about horses, I seriously had no idea about the development of haute ecole and the manege into circus performance and hippodrama. It's astonishing. There's just one chapter about it, but many novels could arise from this one chapter. With, I would think, huge possibilities for cross-dressing, danger, and romance. I don't have enough lifetimes left to write any of these novels, but I can dreamily imagine them.
