Waiting room

This morning I had a dental appointment – an emergency appointment as I’d chipped a tooth when I slipped on ice. This meant sitting in the waiting room until the dentist could see me.  The place was full: Hogmanay means that the place will shut early, and so all emergencies were crammed into the first half of the day.  I read some magazine and found an article about Michael Palin in which he mentioned that he began keeping a diary the day he stopped smoking and indicated that he starts each morning with a diary entry.  Good practice for a writer; good practice for a new non-smoker; and good  practice for someone practising to increase the speed and accuracy of their typing.  All of which means it would be good practice for me!  So here I am, although not exactly first thing as dentist and dog walk took precedence, and then domestic displacement activity took over.  But now the washing machine is churning away, floors are swept and mopped, carpets are vacuumed and cleaned, and I’ve washed up all available dishes. 

The problem with writing what are tantamount to morning pages is that either they are destined for no more than the draft box, or they will distract me for a long time. 

I ought to make additional plans for the year, this being 31 December.  I may. I’ll need a little longer to think about this though – more time in the waiting room!