I woke up yesterday morning, and I could close my jaw! After what, a whole week, and I wake up and I could fit all of my teeth against my other teeth.

Um, I mean, you know, the teeth that were supposed to go against certain other teeth all fit the way they were supposed to, not that my teeth could magically dance around my mouth, touching other teeth all willy and nilly.

Man, you have no idea what it's like to be able chew again without having to pick a side to chew on, or even just close my mouth fully. It's the sort of thing that you take for granted unless you've been without it for awhile.

Of course, as the day wore on it kept popping out again, though with a bit of grinding on my part it would get back to par again. Of course, it being out for as long as it was, I couldn't expect it to magically fling itself back into place as though it was superglued in--it has tasted freedom and it will take every opportunity to flee its fetters again.

After the night before, when Monty started seriously exhibiting the symptoms of The Return of the Killer Fleas--seizing and falling off the desk and just generally being extremely unhappy, so I locked us into the bathroom and fine-combed him and squirted him with the good flea drops in the blue vials instead of the rotten ones in the purple vials.

He was pretty damn pissed. And his fur was coming out in clumps, like he was shooting it at me like porcupine quills. Though there aren't any bald spots or anything, so I'm pretty sure it's just because of the fact that it's summer.

I didn't find many fleas, but I did find a few, and I got a bunch of eggs, then squirted him down. It was easier to pet him almost immediately, he stopped flinching, so it was worth his extreme drama queen behaviour, acting as though the comb I was combing him with was made out of red-hot needles.

Poor bunny.

I had rehearsal yesterday, so it was back to the saltmines with me. But they weren't very salty saltmines, since there are no children involved, and two out of the three actors have done the shows before.

We were over at Omar's house, and I spent a good deal of time photographing his cat, whom I had never seen in the light before, practically, as he hides from strangers. As you can see from the later photos, from under the bookcase.

We rehearsed On the Way Home first, me pointing out to Ann that the mime steering wheel that she was using was getting smaller and smaller, until she looked like a lowrider. Only after a couple of times through, though, they were getting back into their relationship of mother and son with very little directing effort on my part.

Clerestory was another matter, what with it being such a more complex show in terms of theme and props and blocking and the fact that Ellen it new, so we worked that one into the ground.

My constant cry to Omar being, "Stop being so linear!" The character is like Bonnie, with a thread of consciousness completely different than that of regular people, so when he starts falling into normal speech patterns, then the play makes no sense. And Ellen was falling a little into his character, so I had to say, "It's very important that the audience doesn't perceive you as being crazy, too."

I was thinking of going to the movies, maybe seeing My Big Fat Greek Wedding, but I had just missed the start and would have had to wait for quite awhile, also, no point in playing games with The Amazing Intrepid Jaw That Didn't Want to Stay in Place again.

So, instead I went home and took pictures of the cats. Because hey, they're there! Notice, on the right, Elvis's soul shining through his eyes. I'm not certain if he's an alien or an angel. It really depends upon the day. Sometimes the moment.

On the other hand, he is licking his ass in the first picture, perhaps he shits manna from heaven. I've never seen anything like that in the cat box before, but neither have I examined it too closely.

And yes, Baldrick is sleeping on the stove, but that's not the real stove, that's a stove unit that doesn't work that's installed into the counter. There's a chopping board on top of it. so he's not curled around the burners or anything.

You'll all sleep easier tonight, I know you will.

So then, I decided to create my photo journal site, and thanks to the wonderful Saundra making me a great logo, I was able to.

So, introducing In the Belly of the Hedgehog. The idea is that I will put up one photo a day, whichever is the best picture I take all day, and I can put the runners-up here. Like this one.

Today's horoscope:
You encounter someone living on a "larger than life" scale, blowing everything up with emotional intensity. Enjoy the show.

One year ago today:
Apparently, today was Official Get Rid of Your Crap Day in Weehawken.

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