Dentist Day, the tablet reminds me as I stagger blindly into the studio, balancing the coffee cup while trying to not stub my toes on anything. The dentist is another one who insist that you schedule by the infernal tick-tock machine. I would ask why they can’t schedule by God’s time, but I would only get an uncomprehending stare in return. I am sure the staff and dentists are all good Baptist who would support doing things God’s way, so I don’t understand their intransigence in this area.
So, precisely at 2:10PM I climb into Bucephalus with my ever doting wife, and we drive the fifteen minutes to town, arriving at the 2:30PM appointment exactly five minutes early. Click. Click. Click.
It is an aggravating series of steps before then, too. I suppose I should bathe so the dentist doesn’t have to suffer from old man’s stench. That takes about 20 clicks on the machine. And tooth brushing takes another 10 Clicks. And it takes about 20 clicks to dress, accompanied by grunts, wheezes and groans.
I’ll start the prepreps about 1:20PM. Then adding the 15 clicks home, I come up with almost three hours away from my day job of swearing at the press on the PC newsfeeds. It’s a crappy job, but someone has to do it, and I seem to be well suited for the task.
However, the second cup of coffee is perched on the hutch, the two morning cookies are consumed, and I have a little time to day good morning.
So. Good morning.