Spotted in Willow’s mouth on Friday: the tips of teeth 11, 12 and 13. Yes, at once. That makes five teeth that have partially emerged but aren’t completely out of the gum, no wonder she’s been fractious and not taking naps this week.
JSR is between jobs now, and I thought that would mean lots of time together (and opportunities to get the odd thing done by myself in the day) but he’s been sleeping from breakfast until dinner so… it’s actually like he’s at work seven days a week instead of five, and I have to sleep alone as well.
I have absolutely no news, apart from finishing my last session at the dentist. Nice to have it all done, but ouch, another $590. I am consoling myself with the thought that I hadn’t been for about eight years, so the total of $1600/8 is $200 a year… that’s probably what checkups and cleanings would have cost anyway? (Not to endorse slack attendance, I do plan to go regularly from now on, as I’ve been scared with warnings that two of my teeth have been filled very deeply and may need root canals if they go wrong again.)
It’s only 7.40am, maybe I should go back to bed even if I don’t get any more sleep. I might be able to entice a cat to join me. Otto’s usually quite obliging, he loves to knead my blankie with his big smooshy lion paws and he has a lovely comforting purr.

