I spent longer writing yesterday than I should have, given that I needed to be up early this morning. I still woke up early, luckily, but it was earlier than I needed to, and so I headed to work with more yawns jammed between my face mask than normal.

After work, I had a dentist appointment. I don’t have a fear of dentists. I know that’s a thing but I’ve never been afraid of them, I just have a fear of things that I have the impression that I should have done a long time ago. I didn’t get a lot of guidance for many things growing up, and so I just avoided them as I got older, but they’ve evolved into problems I can no longer just bite down on. The worry is that I’ll be chastised for not knowing better or taking better care of myself, and the fear of that is real. Fortunately, the dentist I saw was amazing, and didn’t make me ashamed of having grown up without all of those “luxury” trips to the dentist or doctor. I’m glad I finally took the step to get something important fixed, and I’m grateful that it’s their dentist that I ended up at. I feel a lot better about my teeth and am relieved that about half of my concerns weren’t really concerns at all. Google had just worked me up about all of the rare scenarios where I die.

And so I’m going to just wind down and write now, before I have to go to bed. The bus ride out to the dentist is about thirty-five minutes, and that’s from the centre of the city. But there’s something about the ride that I really enjoyed. The area has a very nice atmosphere. In the afternoon, with the sun setting over all of the green and the small and large houses that neatly line the road with their deep gardens … like a lost memory almost …