We’ve safely arrived in our Philly pad, which is larger than I remembered (my PIC spent a month here doing research in 2015). The cat cried most of the way over, our car was so packed with our stuff that we couldn’t see out the back window (safety first!? 
), and I was dealing with a murderous toothache that started a couple of days ago — great timing as ever 
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Between unpacking & sucking down Ibuprophen, we went and checked out the Sprouts Market down the street to grab a few snacklets bc we were too exhausted to go out for dinner anywhere. We picked up tuna poke (ok, no pic), black pepper shrimp to nuke
which we augmented with TJ’s impressively spicy jalapeño pepper sauce
we found in the fridge. I also made an easy iceberg salad with a new-to-me Asiago black peppercorn dressing, which was quite serviceable.
The salad spinner in the pad sucks, btw. Majorly. I’ll be taking mine down in a couple of weeks.
What sucked the most, however, was accidentally biting on either a tiny piece of asiago, sesame seed, or pepper with that POS molar, which almost sent me through the ceiling. At least it’s a bit of a distraction from the chronic nerve pain I’ve been dealing with that’s also been a real bitch this week. I’m kinda hoping the tooth issue will disappear as randomly as it appeared, but it seems unlikely…. more like yet another root canal (for those keeping count, it would be my 3rd this year). Fab news, since we already blew through our dental for the year, but at least I won’t have to worry whether any dentist in Philly takes our insurance har di har.
On a positive note, the chonkster acclimated himself rather quickly to the new digs. And despite my whining over half of my head pounding, I am actually very happy and excited to be here. Four months in the city! 
The eatings shall commence shortly. Well, once I can chew properly again 
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