Things I could have lived without, vol 17, ch 3:

...half an hour in the dentist's chair, with an unexpected bill to match. An old structure torn down, a new one ordered to replace it. Sigh. I hate my teeth.

On the other hand, I have upgraded my word processor, which I think may have sorted out its collywobbles. And I have read through the last hundred pages of novel-the-first in this mad month of revisions, and I'm halfway through transposing scribbles-on-text to the computer draft. I quite like this one; but then, I haven't read it for a year. 'Tis often thus. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. So does others' approval.

Also, I have bought a new cap. Which cost less than 10% of the dentist's bill, so why not?

Agh

I am at that terrible point of the evening where There Is No More Wine,

I could, of course, open another bottle, with the certain excuse that then I would do more work. But probably not much more work; and then there would be all that extra bottle sitting there, and we are that terrible point of the year where temptations are rife, where it seems to matter less if one just drinks oneself sodden with all that that implies...

Similarly and on the same track, it's that point of the year where there really wants to be extra food in the house, for intra-meal snacks that I usually have no want for. That slice of cake, the sudden sandwich, like that. I was looking at a ham today, thinking "I need to take that home and cook it." Also, I have not made a Christmas cake, but want to.