By design I relinquished myself to today’s implacable summer drowsiness. The fatigue felt at times irreversible. Accordingly I relieved myself of whatever activity I would normally tackle even in this predominantly indolent state. This meant there was no bicycling, a purgative routine I am customarily reluctant to forgo. Not having that rewarding springboard from which to leap was a decided deprivation. Yet I have noticed on occasion that a so-called “break” from repeated physical exercise affords its own stimulation the next day.
My calculation (if I may so dignify the imperative) merely addressed the necessity to be on the road midday in time for an appointment with the endodontist in the city. Tomorrow I have morning and afternoon appointments with the hair stylist and audiologist respectively. Friday is the optometrist. The endodontist performed an X-ray of the post implant and reported that all is well (both the subject cavity and adjoining tooth). What remains is some exotic “scanning” process to assist in the preparation of the gold tooth to be handled by my family dentist. The eye examination may lead to further remedial work by Focus Eye Centre where last summer they conducted replacement of both irises.
My personal vocations today created a sense of ambition which appeared to exaggerated display in what was otherwise an uncommonly tranquil public environment. I drifted homeward from the endodontist’s office. I would have expected more traffic on a late Monday afternoon. There was during my absence the unanticipated visit of the plumber at the apartment to install the new hot water heater – the result of modification by the installation of universal soft water tanks throughout the building. I am guessing the old hot water tank was about ten years old, from the time of construction of the building. We have been here since March 1, 2014.
When the endodontist apologized for what might be a two-week delay in organizing the people for the scanning process, I quipped that I had nowhere to go. Nor is there anywhere to go. Going out for breakfast at the golf club is sufficient novelty and “protocol“. The Ivy Lea Club is still closed except perhaps for picking up ordered goods.
The world is frazzled by disease and prejudice. Prize Day and career success are things of the past. Nobody recalls the details of yesterday. Time has seemingly stopped en route to wherever it leads. Nor can we imagine what might have been without what is. There is some irrefutable threat to what little we may now undertake. Perhaps we’re all too exhausted and drained to escape the current challenges.