Double root canal. New crown. Hemorrhaging money. Aggravation at work. Dead pigeon tangled in a rope dangling from the huge tree over the library (how?!), and no way to get it down without a cherry picker, so it is just going to decompose and fall apart like the very worst piñata. I tried, though.
You know what you should not do while you are angry about endodontics and money and work? Therapy worksheets with your spouse. “Revisit a rocky moment.” That went about as well as a fork to the chest.
Therapist can sort it out tomorrow.
Should probably take a vacation or something.
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