I can take the heat ....

... but taking the heat on painkillers? That's fun? Seriously, I've been Mr. Spacy (not Kevin), all day. Went to work, but did nothing more demanding that laying out a few pages. No writing. Indeed, this is the most I've written in two days, and that's seriously unimpressive. I'd hoped, having taken off the whole day after my 8:30 a.m. gum surgery (less dramatic than it sounds), that I'd have plenty of time to write, return emails, get things done for "Radius" and basically catch up with myself. This did not happen. Mostly, I slept, and I'm OK with that.

Not in pain, but I still can't eat anything too tough, and the medicine makes me tired. Will be happy when this is all done. (The bad news? I have to go in two more times over the next few months to get this all finished. Ick.)

As a couple close friends are in worse shape right now, I feel guilty complaining. Mostly, just putting my head in order, which is more effort than one would think. I feel like my brain needs to a serious defragging.