And the running and the screaming

I just got back from the dentist and I can't feel my upper lip at all.

I wish I could find a way to make that metaphorical about the WW2 Memorial battle shaping up. But my clever centers are numb, too, I guess.

Last I saw before the novocaine was we had a guy at the Memorial and a flight of heroes was coming in. I'll check above for updates.

Considering what a horrorible monstrosity this action is, working so hard to stop vets visiting their memorial, I'm finding this all rather entertaining.

Right up until the cuffs and blood.