No pen to paper inspiration at the moment.

Just awaiting my Wisdom teeth execution before high tea this afternoon.

Hoping the drugs will kick in soon and I will not feel the probing Novocain needle finding the sweet spot in my gum.

Last night after my root canal (yes, root canal followed by tooth pulling) I hallucinated about troops on the ground with Barron Von Trump in his approximated size 15 Florsheim shoes, leading the ground charge near the Strait of Hormuz.

Please bring on Thursday where I will not have dental surgery on my dance card and I can move forward with the possibility of chewing, once again.

In the interim, I am hoping for a Pull Present tonight consisting of a mountain of Haagen-Dazs coffee ice cream after all this dental reconnaissance.