I am at the dentist this morning, thanks to a broken crown that needs fixing.
It means I got up at 6 to make it from Bartlesville to downtown Tulsa for a work meeting, which I left to drive to Owasso to fix my tooth.
I am squeezed in as an “emergency”, which means I have time to do some homework while I wait. I am grateful, as the moving and then the being sick has left me behind in my class routine.
All the posters on the wall have smiling people with shiny, white teeth.
I am not smiling, mostly because it is the dentist, and not my favorite place in the world. But he is good, I am grateful for benefits, and it will be over with soon enough.
I am still not smiling, though, not exactly.