Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
I'm a little bit over quoting dead American men, but still. The man has a point. Though I should be so lucky to travel the world over.
Eilidh's trying a full day at school to see if she can cope with it. I'm surprised her uniform didn't fall straight off her. I have everything crossed that she did okay. I visited the dentist for a couple of fillings; one replacement, one new. He told me I was the quietest patient he'd ever had, it seemed to worry him somewhat. He must have asked me half a dozen times if I was alright. I had a drill, suction thingy and water other-thingy all crammed into my rather numb mouth; it just didn't seem like the most appropriate moment in which to hold a conversation. Also, the treasure chest with seaweed over it in a picture on the ceiling above me looked like a naked woman's backside and I was trying to figure out if it was intentional or just a trick of my own twisted mind.
How I got to there from a quote about carrying beauty with us, I have no idea.