There was practically nothing to blog about last weekend as late Friday afternoon I had to undergo the torture of having two teeth, side by side, and one of them a horizontal wisdom tooth, extracted. The rest of Friday and most of Saturday was a Percocet induced blur, a repetition of taking the pills, sleeping, waking up in pain, maybe drinking or eating a little, taking the pills, and then repeating the cycle.
Because I was relatively pain free I decided to wait for the fogginess of my brain to clear and then I would drop off trash and recyclables at the dump, and maybe see the 611 pass through.
I had spent a weekend chasing her last year but this year, my dental bad timing put paid to a repeat run, but I took my camera just in case I saw her.
I had to stand for a moment and realize that this would be it for me. I watched other people enviously as they ran to their vehicles to chase her along the route. I knew she'd be running again that afternoon, but once again the penny dropped, and I knew I wouldn't be witnessing it. Almost as though pressing the point home, my jaw started pounding softly. And resignedly I walked to Stuart and drove home, to spend the rest of the day drugged up again and sleepy in Sofa Sanctuary Land. There'll be another opportunity to see the Queen of Steam, I'm sure.