Brent and I made it home. I was in a relative state of comfort. The pain in my mouth is hit or miss at this point. There is a constant pressure, but it's usually something I can withstand.

We made it back in town soon enough to drive up to our nephew's basketball game.

We have since slept in, enjoyed toaster strudels and waffles with family (I have had a work out nibbling those with my front teeth), and currently Brent is outside chipping golf balls in his back yard.

I've obviously already taken some pictures, and will write more when I have a chance later.

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