My teeth are killing me.
My wisdom teeth have decided they are good and ready to make an appearance...and it's painful.
I have been learning patience this week.
Preparations for my sister's wedding are underway, along with moving all of her stuff from her apartment over to his...er, theirs. And I've slept through most of it. I don't know how much of that is exhaustion from the remnants of my illness, or from my teeth...or both...? I have been trying not to complain (which...I might be failing at) and trying not to cast a pall on the festive mood. But I really just want to stomp my feet and scream and cry and hide under my bed. All at once. Because my teeth really hurt.
That is my motto this week.
Always smiling. Not being cranky when I want to be. It's just pain, it will pass.
So...in the midst of teeth fun, wedding fun, and moving fun...there's been no writing going on. But I am going to be a good little author and keep my eyes wide open at the wedding this weekend. Be warned, people. I shall be stalking all of you. Yes, I am a people watcher. I need characters to draw from. I'm running low on new ideas. lol