It's hard to blog on this much medication, especially when I rarely take an aspirin, so please excuse the lack of interaction from me to your posts and comments. I'll be around again soon.
Last year I broke a tooth, horizontally, underneath a crown; there was nothing to do but yank it out and get an implant, the process for which I've been undertaking since last August. I will spare you the details of several bone implants, the failed post which was taken out December 23, and the redo on Tuesday. Every day is better, and I feel confident that this time will be a success.
But, it's hard to blog on Vicodin.
What has helped me, more than the pain killers, is to lie curled on the couch with ice pack applied and A Clash of Kings in hand. Many years ago I read The Game of Thrones, and now my son's obsession with the mini-series has caused me to pick up the novels again.
There are a few times in my life when the stories of a series absorbed me completely. When I was in Middle School, I tore through The Lord of The Rings, marking down passages in The Return of The King I still refer to. I was in High School in 1976, and that was the time of John Jakes' Bicentennial series. I read each novel as it came out in a matter of days. And now, I have the story of the kings and their secrets, the schemes and wiles of the myriad of characters from Harranhal to Storm's End. I'm practically finished with Volume Two, and longing to begin Volume 3, while remembering that I've promised to read Naomi by Tanizaki for June's end.
And, don't forget that July holds Boredom by Alberto Moravia to be discussed July 3-5, as well as Paris in July hosted by Tamara of Thyme for Tea. If we're looking still further down the road, we find Roofbeam Reader's event, Austen in August.
But for now, I need to crawl back to my leather sofa and see what those kings have been up to in my absence.
