|Looking out for the Drs. and their consorts|
The good Drs. J and C, with their respective consorts, met the parents last night. The occasion was fraught with tension because there was a question of stock not melting fast enough, not frozen rice pellets falling apart in the right, soft, velvety way. Then we had a brainwave and opened up the bottle of rotting tofu, and such was the miasma of odour that it drove all else out of everyone's mind. See, we can be sneaky when we have to be.
The night was warm, almost humid for Vancouver, but with a fan, sadly, not a Dyson - yet anyway - blowing away, the temperatures were bearable and one slept well finally. That makes a big difference, being able to sleep and wake up refreshed. The pores of the face even close when that happens. This was how sleepy and tired I was yesterday - I fell asleep (second time ever) while I, the replacement for the efficient and brisk T, picked away at my teeth with stainless steel picks prior to Dr. K coming over to mutter at the state of my teeth and talk about crowns.
|Golden doesn't mean clear and sharply focused pictures|
|The state of the mind reflects the state of the perch|
Goodness. I'm in a good mood today. How strange. Not that strange really because things have gelled, have come together, have settled and I know what the essence is and once you know all this, you can proceed with the delete button with impunity.