My daughter and son-in-law were up and off by eleven o'clock with the grandchildren cheerfully waving to their parents as they drove out of the parking lot. Next we raced through the morning straightening up and then the house hunk and I prepared for our dental visits.
While we were gone, the girls went down to stay with neighbor extraordinaire Jane, who allowed them to demonstrate their dancing and hip-hop skills for her while the dentist tortured us. I had yet more scaling today. When she decided I probably couldn't take any more, she announced that I would need to come back again.
So I felt very much like the fellow in the picture. But at least I have a breather between this visit and the next during which I will brush, floss, rinse with salt water, rinse with mouth wash, and even take my calcium pills religiously.
I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow.