After our walk and the two-mile at the clubhouse, practically the whole day was dentist. It was gruelling, as usual: Dr. L. filled four cavities and did the root canal, then the hygienist, Danielle, formed a "temporary tooth" in the top, but don't ask me why. She said something about Dr. L. wanting to save the root canal--I think, but am not sure. A horrible ordeal, as they all are, but at least, I'm getting closer and closer to the end. Didn't get home until 6:30 and then, having had no lunch, ate a can of tuna and some blueberries. Have three more appointments lined up.
Got a welcome call from Ellen, who's out of school now. It ended last week for the kids, but she went in over the weekend and yesterday to clear up. She gets four wisdom teeth pulled on Friday--darn, I wish I could be with her.
Later: Forgot to mention this before: On Saturday, when J. and gang were here to crab, little T. came up to me and asked, "Mimi, where your poppy?" I was astounded that he remembered Pat and so touched and pleased that he asked about him. We told him Poppy had to go away.