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Ugh. The girls have a dentist appointment next week and I am debating whether to cancel it and reschedule in a few months or take them while our numbers are down and the risk is lower.

I have a feeling that things might get worse in the fall again, so I think it’s probably best to get them in now right?

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I am writing this while Tom is in the bedroom (literally like 10 ft away) playing the banjo. It reminds me of the Dueling Banjos in Deliverance, which isn’t something that I want to be reminded of. Creepy.

I still have all of my CDs and mixed tapes from high school. It’s not something that I want to part with so I am letting Roo go through them to see if it inspires some new music for her.