Silly

Do you ever, sometimes, have a perfectly good day—get a lot done, feel pretty happy, enjoy your family—and then, just before bedtime you feel completely let down and have to cry?

And then do you wake up the next morning still feeling out of sorts and wanting to cry? And then you get lost and stuck in road construction for an hour trying to find an address and then make your way back home? And then you have to go to the dentist and get a tooth filled?

I'm not afraid of the dentist or dental procedures; I never have been (unless I was too little to remember). I had so many things done to my mouth in the first twenty to thirty years of my life that it's kind of hard to scare me off now. So I don't think it was the actual visit to the dentist—or the anticipation of it—that's caused this sadness. And, as expected, everything went fine. They gave me a half dozen shots to numb my mouth and later, when I could still feel my chin, they gave me another three (which I felt). The work on my tooth went fine (didn't feel any of that!) and now I'm home—albeit with a totally numb mouth. Standard. Painless.

Nevertheless I feel pretty sad.

I want to be consoled.

For what?

I don't know.

Maybe it's just knowing that no one is going to give me a hug, listen to my experience (mundane as it was) and tell me what a brave girl I am.

Silly.


And (by the way) my camera is still lost. I think it's a hopeless cause. Maybe that's the trouble.