My sockets are now packed. What was all this horror-talk? I barely even knew I had them, although I was awfully achey last night.

Anyway, Dr. Peck poked gauze soaked in clove oil into my sockets. Side effect: the VP at work thought I’d been smoking clove cigarettes.* I smell great!

And my jaw doesn’t hurt any more.

…And it’s a natural remedy!

Rat report: Tejasa seems to be adapting well to her girdle. She’s most frustrated when sleeping, because she normally curls into a ball, and now she has to snooze stretched out like a little hotdog, laid out on a bun of rat nesting on the top floor of her four-story ratty penthouse.

*Note that the VP loves being mentioned on Electrolicious. Hi, Pat.