Austin is fascinated by all the stuff in this window. He takes after his parents who still like to drag a thing or two in off the streets to use as furniture. I guess poverty would be our excuse for this behavior, but I for one am not buying it. In case that just went over your head, THAT my friends was what I call a joke.

Despite going to the dentist this morning, I think we all had a good day. The dentist wasn't even that bad. We got to walk downtown and into a fancy lobby and take the really fast elevator to the 16th floor. I am pretty sure almost all the offices on level 16 were the offices of dentists because of the low, persistant drilling noise coming from every doorway. It was the type of building where I am sure level 12 was all Dashiell Hammett wannabees. Anyways, I need a root canal and I have to go to a specialist. But the dentist was nice as far as I could tell. He had on protective glasses over his regular glasses, along with a surgical mask, surgical gloves and some sort of apron. That I think he seemed nice must be based on the fact he did not need to inject my sore gum with a needle or drill or "excavate" anything; it had nothing to do with his personality which was well hidden under all that gear.

When I got back from the well covered dentist, Austin and I played, cleaned the kitchen, visited his Dad at the boring study cafe, ate a meatball, took two naps and went to the park, not neccesarily in the order presented. The Choogler's day came to a magnificent end when his friend Rabbah from Cafe Trieste gave him a french fry, which he ate like it was the finest caviar. If you like your caviar fried, or even like the tiny fish eggs at all, I suppose.

David has Comps tomorrow so he won't be sleeping until they are completed...