Last night, Pippa and Margaret and I went out to dinner to celebrate their recent accomplishments, and in the course of ingesting my grilled vegetable sandwich, I bit my tongue, hard. Really hard. Today I find that so long as I only talk a very short while, everything works okay. If I talk for a long-ish while, though — say, reciting a psalm or leading a class discussion — my tongue starts swelling and I have a very hard time pronouncing things.
OK, since I’m complaining about one thing, I’ll mention another and get it out of my system: the winter has lasted long enough that my skin has dried out to the point of near-flammability.
Sorry for the kvetching. I’ll get back to other topics.