rolanni | Bloink?

Yesterday was something of a wash. I did the gym thing -- the gym's tending to fill up during my later morning, Winter Shift hour, now that the Summer People are back. Must remember to go to Summer Shift -- and ran out to the post office, both of which were arguably useful.

The afternoon, alas, was consumed by a visit to the dentist, where I sat for a couple hours with my mouth open and one of those horrible and horrifying plastic sheets over my mouth (yes, I'm a Dental Wimp, what was your point?) while the second root canal on the Tooth from Hell was performed, and the temporary cap replaced. Without going into details: It was an unfortunate experience all around, I should have taken two bears, and if this doesn't work, that sucker is so getting pulled, and the alignment of the rest of my teeth can go fish. The highlight of the afternoon was when one of the techs, called in by my usual chair-side assistant to help her take what turned into a series of six x-rays, peered into my mouth and said, "Wow! Look at those tori (phonetic spelling, here, for the dental-speak that means Big Honking Lumps of Bone)! We ought to write you up for the journal." I've never been written up for a journal before.

Today -- the area still hurts, which it ought, what with having had all those picks shoved into it -- but less than it has since I came back from New York. So -- cautious optimism here, and wondering what to do with my day that won't be a terrific strain on the nervous system.

Maybe I'll see if Sharkboy and Lavagirl is playing anywhere in the Waterville-Augusta area...