So, Monday morning started out well. Cold, but sunny.
I went to Half-Price Books, and then headed back into Broad Ripple for a leisurely lunch at the Indian buffet...
...where I broke a tooth. Not just any tooth, either; snapped an incisor off, right top front and center.
I spent Monday evening and all yesterday in bed, curled into a fetal ball. I have neither the time, money, nor willpower to deal with this right now.