The Tooth

Imagine me at work today, fully satisfied that I've helped secure our democracy, but worried about getting back into regular real world blogging. Imagine me helping a kid with math. A kid who doesn't know the number that comes after 809. After I tell her the answer (810), she writes down 8010. Imagine a kid running up with a significant portion of his front tooth missing. "What the heck happened?" I ask him, concerned.
"I ran into the wall over there and knocked my tooth off."

Imagine me, reassured that new blogging topics are going to come my way and there's no need for worrying. It's all good.