I am waiting at a cafe near the dentist surgeon. The music is good and I chatted with a constuction worker at the tables, while we smoked a cigarette. The music sings about soulmates,like me and hubby. He is my everything. I am in all his tribulations there to support him. As he has supported me in mine more than once. 

I watch the crowd pass by. Not very rich around here despite the posh street up the road. Regular people, with their old dogs, and children and friends. I feel like I should go to the office and wait there. I might as well. I have butterflies in my belly in anticipation of hubby's waking up from sedation without teeth and with dentures put in place.

May all go smoothly and without complications. I better go wait in the waiting room.