🚀The Dark Age: Softie by the sea

Hello, friends!

This newsletter sneaked up on me a little. Since the middle of last week I've been on the mend from some long-overdue oral surgery. (You know, the kind of thing I realized I needed, made an appointment to resolve, and then, boom, suddenly we're in a pandemic for three years.) It's over with now, but for the last several days I've been on a regimen of drugs and soft foods. I'm dying for a burrito or something.

(Potential TMI: Part of the surgery involved a bone graft as well as nearly invading my sinus cavity, and as a result of these two things, I'm under doctor's orders not to blow my nose or sneeze for a minimum of two weeks. It's one thing to crave food when other people can eat it and you can't, but it's a whole other thing to see someone else sneeze and think That could have blown my skull open or God, what I wouldn't give for a satisfying sneeze right now.)

Sunday, however, I was feeling pretty good, and our family decided to get out of the house for the day. We drove to the coast, where we ate at this lovely favorite spot called The Osprey Cafe (Felicia and I must have eaten there three or four times during our anniversary getaway a few months back), and walked on the beach, and wandered through souvenir shops.