I am at home on the couch, on pain meds, after my oral surgery. It went well, so that means that my broken tooth is gone, and in its place is a nice, new peg (I think it's titanium) that will heal into my jaw, and then it will be the base for a new bicuspid. Then I need to have a mouth guard made, to stop me from GRINDING my teeth at the night. I wonder if that is a normal response to grief/stress? I have obviously found this to be an (unconscious) outlet while I sleep.
One thing that I have noticed since David returned from camp is that I have virtually NO TIME ALONE now. During the school year, I have a block of hours in which I have the house to myself, with peace and quiet to think/listen, which is the best way for me to hear what I need to hear in order to write. Since I am not alone in the summer (except at night, when Gregg is traveling), my writing is taking on a superficial quality of which I am not fond, but there you have it. I love my son & husband, I wouldn't be anywhere else for all of the money in the world, and I love being a stay-at-home mother. So it just needs to remain superficial until there is time to reflect more deeply.