Yeah, well, it's a fair walk to the grocery store, you know?

Meanwhile, the snow's gone, the sun shines. And I'm stuck in root canal hell. In what way, you ask? Well, first of all, let's all acknowledge the fact that dentistry has come a long way. The whole process is basically painless. It's boring as all get out, but painless. Until, that is, your dentist says, "Now, for the next week I want you to take this antibiotic". That'd be fine except that the required antibiotic does not mix with alcohol (major potential for such unpleasant events as screaming headaches, nausea and, naturally, vomiting - no thanks). Which is, of course, where the real pain starts. Dinner without wine verges on the pointless. Last night I had dinner with my friend Donna-the-Dancing-Doctor at one of the hipper, groovier restaurants in town - a nice pasta. Without wine. Water. The Dancing Doc had her usual beer and I just had to sit by, filled with envy. Life can be so unfair.