Sunday night, I realized that I was brushing my teeth after eating the last solid food I'd have for a month. I'm generally either stoic or goofy about these things, but I admit to being somewhat daunted by the prospect.
I was glad that I was familiar with musicals, because I remembered a song from the Scarlet Pimpernel soundtrack. The Pimpernel tells his crew that there is always a dangerous situation that someone needs to enter. I decided that it was my turn, and that it was time to go, as he put it, "into the fire."
And, as is always the case, things were better in the morning.
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