When it rains, it pours - or so the saying goes.

At it is presently raining in my mouth. I had the root canal last Wednesday, and then right into full-blown cold. Well, I've recovered from that and today I sojourn on to the previously-scheduled wisdom tooth extraction. It's not impacted, so it should be a breeze, or so the proverbial "they" say.

I managed to get a lot of laundry done yesterday, made dinner for today and tomorrow (meatloaf muffins and mashed potatoes, and tacos), chocolate chip muffins for breakfast, and paid some bills. My house is clean and my children have been delegated responsibilities (one in charge of doing flash card for the little kids, and the other walking the dog and feeding the pets). I hit Goodwill and bought three hard cover books for a total of $5.50.

Remember the 70s movie starring John Travolta - "The Boy in the Plastic Bubble"? I've decided to immerse myself in my own bubble. It's been busy here with constant requests and the volunteer demands are seriously out of control - easy things have become muliple-stepped nightmares, all contingent on things, waiting for other people to get back in touch, etc.

A friend is in a horrible situation dealing with an issue in her husband's family. The husband comes from a small, close-knit family in a Southern State and he has started a new job. His wife, being as sweet as she is, has become entrenched in a situation that ultimately she can't do much about. It is consuming (lots of time on the phone) and her kids are giving her a hard time about her lack of availability to them. I had the oldest here yesterday for homework and dinner, and I think she'd like it if I took the other two as well. And then because of my education, she likes my opinion - which is clearly dated. After this hand holding, I'll be in my bubble for awhile.

Well, off for a tooth extraction.