All About a Good Cinnamon Scone & Cup of Coffee for Breakfast, but Not Today Satan. I Must Fast This Morning Before The Broken Wisdom Tooth Comes Out

10:45 a.m. - That's the procedural time and I look forward to removing the weeklong earache, toothache, and sliced tongue episodes. Silence has been my friend, because talking caused the tongue to go wild over the edges of spikes in the back of my mouth. This too shall pass. 

But on Thursday morning, a meeting with the Board of Trustees equated to good coffee and cinnamon scones which have been on my mind ever since. Will always love the English way, albeit it I drink more coffee than tea, which I probably should change, but won't. I need to my two cups to be human. 

Was also glad to see another project sent to editors in hopes of good feedback, and know I need to finish another writing project due this weekend (which I've wanted to work on for months but haven't had time). 

Today, however, it is all about Dr. Sood and the dental care I hope he provides. Prayers up for an everyday dental procedure that typical occurs in one's late teens and early twenties. 

And what do you mean that the storm that was here is swinging back only to bring more rain? Geez, glad I got the lawn mowed while I did, even though it occurred a little too close to sunset and I'm sure neighbors were wondering why the madman was mowing his lawn. 

Happy Friday, Y'all. Wishing the world its best.