First thing this morning: a trip to the dentist. Fortunately she found nothing wrong; it was just a cleaning. Seems I went through a phase the last few years where lots of drilling was required: several cavities, plus I had two root canals and now have two (gold) crowns; so I'm always expecting trauma as I approach the Chair of Agony. But today was okay. Rather odd having a woman dentist, my first; and she's got some peculiar tendencies: the office walls are all painted pink, and the art is mostly blown-up photos from Moffett Field, where I work (but from the glory days; the Blue Angels & etc. from the Air Shows the Navy held there annually, before they left).
The new book is David Foster Wallace's A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll
Never Do Again. (I'm always reading a book - finished the Winston
yesterday, this is the one I started today.) I can tell he's a great
writer - already it's quotable:
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