Bleh. Stupid broken tooth. I made Mark promise to wait until after he's done with the computer rollouts at work to start setting up appointments to get my teeth done, which will be early next month. Meanwhile, because I have a bad habit of clenching my teeth when I'm sleeping and get stressed (we're supposed to go to the cabin this weekend and we're not taking Caena, so it'll be the first time for us to be away from her and we're not sure how she'll take it- she'll be at the InLaws so will likely thoroughly enjoy herself.) So Monday morning I woke up with the tooth that's broken below the gum line, trying to kill me. Ice packs, ice water and Motrin are awesomesauce.
It's getting better, slowly, as it usually does, but if it's not more than just tolerable by Friday evening, this weekend will be miserable, Shenandoah Valley Fiber Fest on Sat or not.