June 23rd, 2017


Howard Hughes Rots

I might have slept two hours, all told. There was just too much pain in my face. I got Spooky up at 9 a.m., and we made an emergency dental appointment for me. And all the hours later half my face is numb, and I know that the roots of one of my wisdom teeth (yes, I have all four, at age 53) is pretty much inside one of my sinus cavities. I've been put on amoxicillin, and when the infection is better, and the agony abates some, I have to go to an oral surgeon to have to tooth cut out. Oh, and there are other rotten teeth, but most of the pain right now is coming from the molar. Also, it seems to be the cause of my tinnitus on that side. The appointment was $300; I have no idea how I'll pay for the rest of it. But that's how my Friday began. I'm going to rest today and hope I can work tomorrow, hope that I can sleep tonight.

I dreamt, in one of those brief sleeps, of standing on the plains out west, tall brown grass, and I had a seizure. And then I was looking at sepia photographs of a Tyrannosaurus rex collected in the early 20th century by the South Dakota School of Mines. I was last in South Dakota in 1985.

Last night, we finished watching American Gods – for the second time.

It's sunny today. Currently, it's 84˚F.

Aunt Beast

6:40 p.m.