Of Baby Teeth and Other Injuries

After a week of absentee-ism, I am returned. All around me is the thunderous applause I hear in my own head. Hooray, it says, You are returned!

Yesterday, during a particularly vigorous round of errand running, I managed to mess up my right foot so badly that Mark had to come back into the city to bring Felix and I home. This morning, Felix, on the actual day of his half birthday, finally sprouted his first tooth. My knuckle did not celebrate the discovery, but everyone else did.

I wish I had more to say for myself.