Just when I think I've got this root canal kicked, I find out that the next appointment will be 1 1/2 hours long. I'd forgotten about that.
Just when I think I'm one lucky Swedish weaver to have managed to obtain 10 yards of red monk's cloth, I find out that it's a tiny piece that arrived...haven't seen it yet but that's how Cindy described it.
Just when I think my doctor's appointments are over, the dermatologist found a suspicious spot, sprayed it, but wants to see me again next month.
It seems there's no sense in planning ahead for anything at all.
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