Yeah, well... I did make it.

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Pushing it.  I did everything needed to get there.  Laundry was... in dire straights, sort of.  That has mostly been managed.  The trash and recycling wasn't terribly necessary, save to straighten up in here a bit.  Well, and to have extra space for my neighbor.  I am almost sure they will need it.  But that was important, and he said so.  Hey, give me orders.  When I can follow them, it does add impetus.  The girls were fed, extra I think but they were begging.  The cat litter pan needing to be changed was at least emptied.  I was pushing things and on too little sleep, plus hoping I had heard the woman correctly.

The appointment was, indeed, at 7:30.  I made it with just 15 minutes to spare.  But driving was relaxing today, in spite of having to stop for gas, and never knowing how traffic will be, so not being able to be sure about timing.  Traffic was perfect until 6:30 exactly.  Then the low load interstate turned into the middle of the Indy 500 pack.  I was too tired to fuss.  I just picked a moderately middling speed lane and followed.  I forgot my tooth brush and paste, of course.  But the ladies at the front desk had a few supplies when I queried.

Teeth?  Fine.  I was told my gums and teeth are very good for my age, especially for my health.  The same song and dance about quitting chewing, but I told them my brother quit and is losing his teeth.  He says there is no scientific data correlating the two.  Yeah, well, there isn't scientific data correlating parents always being right either, but it's best not to test that.  And, actually, there is zero physical evidence for God.  Oh, there is stuff in there... it's in there... but it's not direct proof or evidence.  You can't see it without, sort of, looking at the big picture... through a microscope.  Do enough slides and... pop.  But I didn't argue.  He has been indoctrinated and it is all he knows.  Yes, I believe there is a direct, substantial, set of data.  What isn't hidden isn't researched.  Still...

Oh, and I have been brushing twice a day.  For the last few weeks.  I don't, usually, brush.  I really didn't want him to... say more about what I should be doing.  He was a nice enough fellow.  No complaints.  Though I was a little surprised that he knew about my other health issues.  Usually they segregate information, or used to do so.  He is having me come in for a cleaning.  There is some plaque, but only a bit and on the backs of my teeth.  Considering I haven't been seen for several years, and don't brush?  Come on, that's extraordinary.   Especially with a bad heart.  Still...  I do worry about the teeth.  As with animals, when those go... it's a bad sign... or good one if you are old enough.  Outliving your teeth?  :p

I could only do one shopping stop on the way home, and grab a bite to eat.  I am done.  I will have to sack out for a bit.  I would like it to be a nap but I don't think so.  I will set the alarm to be up for supper, and if I can rise before that, cool.  But...  I pushed.  Now my body is pushing back. 

Good night.