4:32. Here we go again.

Maybe just a cake instead of muffins.

This is taking forever.

Shift in plans to take care of the thing I don’t want to take care of.

I tell her that it’s gotten even worse, that I could barely eat breakfast because my jaw keeps popping in and out of place.

I pause on the way down to take in the view: rows of green vines, large stainless steel tanks off in the distance (Beringer?), peaked barn roofs.

I really have no poker face.

Ultimately, sadness. A little bit of fear.

Go and find the ones that will make you smile.

I just don’t want to break any more of this tooth.