{A more interesting path presented itself to us.}
{Staying put in Beirut.}
{The focus of my attention.}
Today I am headed to the dentist and looking forward to the procedure being over quickly. I have a spot on the couch I wish to bid hasty retreat to and with puffy lower-face, I’ll read, snooze and hope the pain of two fillings (one on either side) is minimal.
+ The artwork and illustrations of Hanna Akiyama. (I have forgotten how it was that I found this link. If it was you, please let me know and I’ll add your name.)
+ And the artwork of Ayame Ono.
(A small post from my Tuesday morning that I wrongly presumed I had posted. Now, no longer beset with nerves, I can see that I saved it as a draft only. Two larger than large fillings later, I am doing just fine. During my 1 hour dental procedure I looked at the tiny irregular bumps on the ceiling and read the capital letters on the smoke alarm. I looked into the light overhead and could later see its partner reflected on the ceiling in traces of green and then red, and I counted my stars most fortunate that neither my Dentist nor assistant wore glasses with highly reflective lenses; I could not see what they could see: my mouth open wide with metal clamps and utensils and cotton swabs.)
