Of Hobbits and Root Canals
I'm at home right now, eating a bowl of lightly sugared corn flakes. I didn't eat this morning before I accompanied my mother to the dentist, because I didn't think it would be a long wait. But it turns out she needs an emergency root canal. What fun! Poor mom, though. I stayed with here while she got her injections and left as soon as the procedure began. I had offered to stay through the whole thing, but she said she would rather not have me there. I don't suppose there is much dignity in beeing seen by your daughter while pinned to a long chair, your mouth wide open, metal tools sticking out of your mouth. So I got to driver her Mustang home (I felt so cool driving it at 50 down Lee Trevino), where I am eating a small breakfast and grabbing a sweater before I return to that frigid office.
My sickness is gettting better; my voice is almost back to normal, my congestion is gone, and my ears aren't throbbing anymore. All I have is a slight cough. This could be because I'm under the influence of a rather strong perscription cold- syrup, but I am feeling pretty good for the first time in a few days. Maybe it's because it's morning. It's so easy to be optimistic in the morning.
I heard about the London bombings this morning...
My sickness is gettting better; my voice is almost back to normal, my congestion is gone, and my ears aren't throbbing anymore. All I have is a slight cough. This could be because I'm under the influence of a rather strong perscription cold- syrup, but I am feeling pretty good for the first time in a few days. Maybe it's because it's morning. It's so easy to be optimistic in the morning.
I heard about the London bombings this morning...