Well, not really that dark.
This is all YOUR fault. I've got people insisting I'm interesting, no matter what I write, so here you go.
I got fed up today and took a drug cocktail that turns off 90% of my pain. (All within doctor's prescribing. Promise. And the meds I do take are low doses.) The drawback is, I get really loooooopy, and I can't take it every day or my liver will fall out while I go through drug withdrawal.
So. I spent the afternoon feeling good but unable to see straight.
I did what I always do in these situations; spun yarn, to distract myself. I'm three quarters done with the silk/wool stuff in blue and purple. I wanted to cast on for my hand spun socks, but I was pretty sure any kind of math - including counting to twelve - was a Bad Idea.
HOWEVER! The Goob is working hard at the glorious art of humor. Today's exchange:
GOOB: There are bumps in my gums.
ME: Yep. Those are your teeth coming in.
GOOB: What else would be growing there? Pickles?
ME: Good point.