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This summer feels like a whirlwind even on days like today when I have not much more to do than recover from root canals and watch Scrabble nationals coverage online. (Yes, I said root canalS. I’m looking for sympathy! I am a major scaredy-cat when it comes to going to the dentist.)

I’m getting ready to work hard in September. I’ve joined a new writing group, with at least one other Odyssey graduate, which I will begin on September 6. I have a lot of optimism. (I know, I keep saying I’m optimistic. Well, I am.)

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John said…
Not sure you can be a major scaredy-cat "when it comes to going to the dentist" ... when you almost never go :-P

Tough love, baby, tough love. :)
10:22 AM
listeme said…
I suppose you consider this sympathy...
10:48 AM
Anonymous said…
What, so you want me to call you and everyone you know every half an hour, checking to see if you are still breathing? pssh I thought you could take care of yourself, miss i-live-alone-with-my-animals-and-occasional-beastly-children.
9:59 PM
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