Paul finally performed a "minor dental surgery" on me yesterday. My face looks like a balloon, no solid food for the next couple of days, and I'm back on Penicillin again, but I'm not carrying a time bomb in my mouth any more, and that's good.
Dentistry and I have a long history, as do my parents and my brother. My sister, on the other hand, represented her school district in a Good Teeth contest when she was 16 or 17, and she never had a cavity until she became pregnant with her first child in her early 30's!! In her childhood, she seriusly thought she was adopted.
Oh, the photo is about 7 minutes old. At 8AM, purple gray clouds were hiding the Takaka Hills, but one by one the peaks started to appear like the curtain being lifted at the start of a play; we had heavy rain overnight, and the hills had snow. It's the second time this autumn, and the air is crisp and lovely. As I type I can now see all but two peaks.