While the Writer’s Day Holiday is supposed to be a chance for me to revel in another successful taping of The Nite Show, while also getting work done on new writing projects, today had a bit of a twist.
I had to go to the dentist (cue the scary music!) so he could fill a tiny cavity (cue the scarier music!) he found at my last cleaning.
He promised it would be quick and painless, but I don’t trust dentists, I fear dentists, and I am a big baby when it comes to going to the dentist.
So when the dental assistant came out to the waiting room to get me, I offered to allow any of the other patients to go on ahead of me. They all chuckled, but none of the cowards actually took me up on my offer.
My dentist recently moved to a new location right on the Penobscot River. As I settled into the (torture) chair in the (torture) room (chamber), I noticed that I had an amazing view.
At least I’d have something to look at as the (inquisitor) dentist, (tortured) worked on me. Here are some photos from my (harrowing) visit…
Wish you were here…to take my place!!!
Remember the photos I posted earlier in the month? This very same river was still covered in ice. What a difference a few weeks makes…
I stood there in the parking lot, like a modern day Tony Soprano, waiting for the ducks to return. They never did.
Just imagine them in this photo. They were pretty cool.
Three hours later, I’ve gone for a run, and done some writing, but my lip, cheek, and tongue are still numb. I’d really like to eat, but I’m afraid I’ll bite off my tongue in the process. I told you this was torture!