I’m guessing that nearly a decade of working in public service has allowed me build up a tidy surplus of karma. That’s the only explanation I have for the fact that my dear husband made a phone call and 15 minutes later I was in the office of a dentist who was willing to stay late on a friday afternoon to give me an emergency patch-job on my broken tooth.

It ain’t perfect, but it’s good enough to get me through the weekend. Whew!