I will always remember the summer of 2005 as the summer of dentistry. After 5 years of dental neglect — engendered by Fear of the Dentist — my teeth had had enough, and I was forced to seek the services of a dental professional. Since May, I have sat in the big boy chair six times; two cleanings, a root canal, 3 wisdom teeth extractions, a partridge and a pear tree.

Today was to be my final exam — no pun intended — where Dr. Cote was to apply a crown to my root-canaled-tooth, and I was honestly really excited about it. Finally, I am cured of my Fear of the Dentist. Until he called me last night.

Apparently, there was a fire in his office on Friday afternoon, and the office will be closed for four to five weeks for repairs. So, no dentistry for me.

When the universe sends me a sign, it really sends me a sign.