Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Weird isn't it, how one can welcome the sweet release of novacaine, and the following root canal. I've had at least 8 of them, lost track, but surely would have dentures in an earlier era. I blame some of this on being put to bed with a bottle of formula, made from milk, corn syrup and vitamins (!) when I was an infant. But the point of this, is how much I love my endodontist, healer, fixer, hero.

I'm glad it went well. Don't feel selfi****hink in light of some of the issues they are finding with other implants you did the right thing. And feeling good about yourself makes you a better Mom and Wife.

Quick post, as it is time to start prepping for tomorrow's work day. 81 degrees today, (cold and rainy yesterday, more rain the rest of the week). I got home at 3:30pm, and we seized the day, picnic supper at the lake, dh kayaked, I read. Indescribably beautiful evening. I have a check up on my hand tomorrow, so maybe I can join in the kayaking soon. Oh, and I am ridiculously happy to have discovered that there is an Irish coffee house in St. Paul that has scones with clotted cream. Swoon. Lots of places have scones, fewer have clotted cream. Guess where we're having breakfast on Saturday? :)