Sometime, Now

I was sick Monday morning and Tuesday evening, both times directly related to my tooth. I've managed to get my consultation moved up to this Friday, but when I'll finally get this rotten thing extracted, I'm not sure. And my tongue, as curious as it ever was, wants to play with the tooth like some eager puppy, and it's taking more than the restraint I have to stop it.

Last night, I waited for her on the platform by the trains. I watched her step out the door, adjust her jacket, and walk right by me. It amused me to follow her unnoticed, at an arm's length behind; and yet, as amusing as it was, I'm grinning more today than I was then.