• Location: Woodstock, NY
• Mood: ow
• Music: Damien Jurado, "Sheets"

"I don't know the answer, but I know who to blame." (11 Vicodin)

For some reason I thought I could sit down and write a journal entry of substance. That now seems unlikely. It's snowing again, and it's 17˚F (with a windchill of 6˚F).

I'm in quite a bit of discomfort at the moment. The tooth broke because it was abscessed, though I never had the sort of pain I've had in the past with abscesses. The first part of the root canal was done yesterday. The crown going to run about $1,000, after the cost of the root canal. I'm on amoxicillin four times a day. Once again, my great thanks to everyone who gave what they could to help cover this unexpected and very ill-timed illness.

Vince is doing a really marvelous piece of art to accompany "K is for Key." I may try to write through the pain and do a short vignette to go along with Part One of "The Aubergine Alphabet" (though it is, essentially, thirteen vignettes).

Ah, but there's this, from yesterday:



Marco Polo (outside) meets Hubero (inside).*

Last night, I began reading Errol Fuller's heartbreaking and hauntingly beautiful Lost Animals: Extinction and the Photographic Record, and also "Dental patterns of the stem-group hexanchoid shark, Notidanoides muensteri (Elasmobranchii, Hexanchiformes)."

I think maybe I need to lie down again.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast

* Photograph Copyright © 2015 by Kathryn A. Pollnac