And Now A Root Canal

Of course. Of course. On top of all else going down at the Ford Seymour Ford homestead, I’ve broken a tooth. Right at the gum line. I’m between dentists, and so had the pleasure of seeking out a chain with walk in service. They seem nice enough. Having googled them, I knew there have been allegations of up-selling in another state. For the most part other complaints have the air of coming from people who complain about everything. My own experience was that the examination was thorough, with the resultant diagnosis, I’m sure, right. And throughout nothing recommended felt like an extra, one thing not directly needful, but pretty important to address, I felt. So far, so good…

But. But, it means a root canal this morning. Even I could read the sad story the film was singing. And, so, three more visits leading to a bridge.

As long as we can keep to schedule all will be fine…

That said, in short, here’s a little secret: I am less than a happy camper.

The best I can offer is that I believe we have it all timed right so I don’t go all mumble mouth on a Sunday.

Of course the content of said future sermon, that I cannot guarantee…