day 2

As it sometimes happen, Day 2 of my recovery from oral surgery has been more painful than Day 1. Perhaps on Day 1 the brain and body are still in shock, trying to make sense of what happened. By Day 2, they understand the magnitude and scope and of the violation, and are saying, in anger “WTF, man? This HURTS!” Anyway, I am feeling puny and spent a big part of the afternoon curled up in bed reading David Sedaris. I wish I would gve mysef permission to this more often when I am not sick, because it is a delicious luxury.

Here is the familiar version of yesterday’s defamiliarized image.

wild foxtail barley grass