Thursday, February 16

The wind (remember the wind?) from yesterday quieted down to a whisper, which allowed me to get into my rig, follow the river South to Walnut Grove, and visit the dentist. This was not a scheduled visit, no. I called and set up this meeting with the Good Doctor onnacounta it was time for me to commence to begin to start getting a crown on one of my back molars that had, years ago, had a root canal and was dead as a doornail but had never been crowned because I didn't want to spend the money then and gambled that it would last forever. It didn't. While at Sea Ranch a while back half of the tooth broke off and was rilly sharp and I was a-scairt that the other half would go so I decided to bite the proverbial bullet ($915.00) and "git 'er done". And so it
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