I'm back from the dentist.  I thought this was going to be a simple procedure to just patch up a tiny hole.  And that's the direction we were going, until my dentist decided she'd do things the "right way."  So, she stuck a long swab into my mouth with some topical anesthetic, shot me up multiple painful times with that numbing drug, and went to work with the drill, telling me I won't be able to eat for a few hours (a few hours!!) and that my mouth may very well be sore for a couple of weeks. (A COUPLE OF WEEKS!!?!?!)

I can't really talk now, and I don't want to drink any fluids because the last time this happened, I spilled water all over my self.  Perhaps I will buy some soup on the way home and drink it with a straw.

Figuring I may need to recuperate, I decided to cancel my trip to Boston tomorrow.  Plus, I could use the extra day to wait for my performance review to be scheduled.  (I'm not sure how many times I need to remind folks I'm finally going on my honeymoon after having rescheduled it three times to accommodate work.)  And, we must get our wedding gift thank you notes in the mail before we leave town.  (Sorry friends, but some of them are in the mail - really - and others are in various stages of completion in my backpack... yes... where they have been for a month.)