You know I've noticed something about here and posting..  When I seem to make it just a day or two without writing out stuff it becomes so easy to be like "fuck it, there is _so much_ to say that I can't possibly bring it up to speed at this point" So last night I'm fucking around (not too much) in the kitchen with Cara while she's plating up cookies to be baked off, eating 'raw' dough from the night before when suddenly an all too familiar feeling happens in my mouth. Ghost the room and make my way quickly to the bathroom.  Open up the mouth and see a tooth missing... from my fucking grill. So that solves that, they are not once piece.  I found the tooth among the cookie dough, and washed it off, and it "popped" right back into place.  But this dials it back now to how I felt about everything before all this happened. I'm not happy about, but will take it once step at a time.  The only problem is there is always the risk of it coming out and me NOT being able to recover it...