Yesterday I was feeling reasonably content, except for being tired, but this morning I got something else to think about: a cracked or broken filling in a tooth. It isn't all that bad, usually just a dull ache, except when drinking something hot, or when breathing cold air. I hope to get a temporary filling to the tooth tomorrow.
(Posting title is from Killing Him: A Radio Play by Yehuda Amichai, translated by Adam Seelig and Hadar Makov-Hasson.)
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