2008-11-21

I wen to the dentist yesterday and they found a cavity! I haven't had a cavity since I was 8. That was disappointing enough but probably what left me bitchier was that I could not stand the hygienist. I found her patronizing about flossing and she spent quite a bit of time discussing various very right wing issues. Many involved in her words "homosexuals" said in that way that you know she didn't approve. So I'm going back the Wednesday before Thanksgiving to have my cavity filled and I'm hoping I have the hygienist I like.

Husband and I have been working our way through Jeremiah via netflix. Jeremiah stars Luke Perry and Malcolm-Jamal Warner and takes place 15 years after a virus has wiped out all the adults. I'm finding it interesting but am having real issues with the suspension of disbelief. I can't believe for example that after 15 years of no manufacturing that everyone is so well dressed and some people have cars and guns that still work. Husband says the currency of canned goods is what he finds scary. Really, are there that many spaghetti-os out there right now that if we stopped making them, would there still be any left in 15 years? And if there were would you want to eat them? But perhaps the weirdest thing about this show is how every time we watch an episode I have really weird post-apocalyptic dreams. Sometimes, they are scary, like husband and I have died and amy and Emily are on their own. That one woke me up and kept me awake an hour later, because that would has not been good to girls. Sometimes, I just dream I'm driving around the countryside with Jeremiah and Kurdy, kicking butt and pulling people together. I've read spoilers, so I guess now I figure I might have been able to survive the big death--at least in my subconscious.

The house is extremely quiet because the ladies are at school. I've had to stop running for a bit to fight off a wicked cold, that includes a big cough (which also perhaps made me feel like the big death was upon us). What I'm finding is wow--I have a lot more free time when I'm not running. I find the quiet eerie and unsettling. And I find myself a bit jittery and unable to sit still. I guess that means I should be hitting the treadmill a few times a week again. Husband always says--why don't you just read or something, which makes me think I'm making him nervous. I guess the quiet is really making it hard for me to think because I was sure that I had something else to write about other than my deluded post-apocalyptic dreams, which I really don't have if we watch something else. And my cavity. I suppose the other thing would be Christmas, but I promised I wouldn't talk about that--it makes me angry for one thing. But since I can't think of what else I had planned to write about, I'll end here. Anyway, it is time for me to leave to go help out at Kindergarten.

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