What a doozy the last of April was. I know I had the poem to write (which I wrote combining all 30 titles of the prompts for the last Month). Got a hair cut. Washed the car. Walked the Dog, and did all this in anticipation of my last Wisdom Tooth abstraction (no wisdom left) after I had an implant installed (my first). I wasn't not a happy camper about drilling into bone, but the procedure was mild...same with the removal of my last bit of intelligence. Gone! Poof. Now for good meds, ice packs, and a hope for healthy healing (which my credit card says will not be for quite a while). If I could stomach being in the mouths of others all day, I may have taken the path of dentistry. They will always be in business. Ah, but the new technologies they have...perhaps all of it will be machines one day, too.
On campus for meetings this morning and award ceremonies in the afternoon. Tomorrow, I go back to the regular Crandall blogging, so all the poem-haters will be relieved. In the mean time, one last poem. It won't kill you. It's MAY-TIME. Woot Woot.
