Despite another restless night, my mind brimmed with optimism for the day. I meticulously crafted a schedule, integrating my vocabulary expansion practice in it seamlessly - an impeccable plan in theory. However, reality hit me swiftly making my expectations vanishing into thin air. After a couple of disastrously unsuccessful attempts to engrave the new vocabulary in my mind, I realised I wasn’t ready for the challenge. Despite the blow to my confidence, I accepted that taking a respite would be beneficial not only to preserve my sanity but also to allow my mind to assimilate the new vocabulary and idioms. There are numerous paths to success, and whether it happens today or not, it makes no difference.
My new bridge is in my mouth. It took the doc almost an hour to meticulously and precisely fit it in and cement it. I wasn't allowed to eat for three hours, and I still can't chew anything on the left side of my jaw. However, my dental features are ship-shape-and-shiny. Only one tooth is left: they need to replace the old filling. Once it's done, I'll have a Hollywood-type smile. Before the dental care, I went through the lesson plan I'd prepared the other day for today. When I returned home from the dentist, I took Abby for her afternoon walk and drove to Budapest to teach. Before arriving at where I taught, I popped into a store to buy some "kifli" for later and four "Túró Rudi" to appease my rumbling stomach. After teaching, I hurried back home, grabbed two "kifli", some butter and plum jam, and ate like a king. It was already pitch dark when we returned from our evening walk with Abby. I hate the early dusks. However, summer tries
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