Not One Of My Favorite Wednesday Nights

Well, the dental ordeal is 1/2 over...or maybe 2/3 depending how you figure it. This afternoon was not fun, though part of the problem was that I sort of let myself get a little worked up. I am really not a fan of going to the dentist, though, as I have mentioned, I really, really, really like my dentist. (Big shout-out to Dr. Lambrow and his team!) After all the...well, insert, as Dr. Lambrow said, "a euphemism for grinding," I was finally able to relax a little during all the fitting of the temporary bridge. When it first went in, it was obvious that the back molar was way too tall. "Yowsa," said Dr. Lambrow. So there was a lot of grinding (so much nicer when the grinding is going on outside one's mouth) and fitting and pulling out and popping in, as though this temporary plastic mono-tooth was a piece of Lego and my head was the almost finished Lego edifice. But it fits nicely now and I have a month to let my gum heal before I go back for more impressions. ("Take my wife...please!")

And this evening it is feeling a little throbby but manageable with aspirin. Looks like I'll be back at work tomorrow. Dang it.

But I did manage to get some knitting done at lunch and, look!, I have another finished object. The cutest baby hat ever! (I can say that...I didn't design it, I just knit it.)

I fell in love with this pattern when I saw it on Ravelry and just had to make it. And decided to give it to my boss, the new grandfather, to send on to his brand new grand-daughter. Well, she's a couple of months old now, but this hat might come in handy this winter.

See...I'm all sorts of productive!