71/73 degrees this morning. Relatively cool. Third day after dental surgery (for implant). Jaw still feels somewhat numb, oddly enough. Most uncomfortable where the bone was grafted from for the tooth to be implanted (or teeth, since there are two of them). I am surprised at how many people I know that have had or going through the implant procedure. I have quit taking any pain medicine, but am still taking antibiotics. Still have difficulty eating, especially anything but "soft" food, but that is ok for right now.
E-mails really piled up while I was out of the office, in spite of the fact I tried to keep up at home. I don't think I ever fully realize just how much time it takes to read and respond to an e-mail.
Birds are noisily this morning for some reason. Maybe they are seeing the snake I saw the other morning, or maybe it is a cat playing with them. The birds are making a "cawing" noise, a lot of them.
The poem today, from "The World Without End is Ending" is "My Day of Gray". This is probably one of my more favorite of the poems. While it illustrates a day at the office, when I read it, I am reminded of when I was in the first to fourth grade in a Country, old fashioned one-room school that actually had one teacher (Miss Porterfield) who taught all eight grades. I remember looking out the windows of the school onto a beautiful scene day after day of trees and grass. It was wonderful. I'm not sure where the idea for the "blue buffalo" came.
MY DAY OF GRAY
Blue Buffalo scatter in the green grass
Outside my window
Brightening an otherwise cloudy gray day
While I,
Hearing the sound of duty
Eventually
Return to
Reading the dry reports
Yellowing on my desk
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