Mongrels

In less than one month, I will have two pieces of me extracted from the back of my mouth. It will be so strange to be able to touch the back of my mouth with my tongue and not feel them anymore. It will probably bother me to no end, too.

But no matter. Better now than later.

Aside: There's something wonderful to be said about happening upon a cliff and catching yourself before you fall over it. That's not a metaphor, (as we actually did happen upon a very tall, dried-up waterfall cliff this past weekend) but it probably applies to one or multiple aspects of life.