Back to Treading Water

Back from my staycation, and man, was it restful. We had lunch at a local restaurant and checked into the hotel, where we got the swank accessible room. We lounged in the bed and dozed in front of the television, and then we roused ourselves and went to Pizza Hut. I know it's garbage for you, but it tastes so good. Between the two of us, we polished off a large. Back to the hotel, where we watched Raw until eleven. Roomie tucked me into bed and went to luxuriate in the shower for a while. I was pretty much out by the time he came back, and we both crashed hard.

The staycation refreshed us, so of course we came home to find that Roomie has been summoned for jury duty; of course he has. He's supposed to call in a few days to see if he's needed, but if he is, I have no idea what we're going to do. I can stay home alone for a few hours, but not all day, and certainly not multiple days. There is an exemption for disability, but only if you are; if you're a caregiver, tough titty. There are supposed hardship exemptions, but these were not specified in his summons, and I don't relish the idea of parading my debility to the sheriff's department in order to prove he is needed.

Also in the yecch column, one of my upper teeth, the one the dentist jabbed the Cavitron into with special vigor, is a tad sensitive. I'm hoping it's because I overbrushed or jabbed it with the floss pick, both of which I've done before, but I'm not optimistic. The tooth in question feels a bit loose. It was fine when he examined it on the twelfth of March, so I'm at a loss. Right now, teeth you keep in a glass sound really good.