Salamander
Fire Walking

Well, I made the call to the dentist yesterday, and left a message. Still no response. Part of me knows I ought to call back, but a bigger part of me is cackling to itself, saying "OK, I did my part, now I can kick back and forget about it." It's rather like the big test day arriving, and the teacher apparently forgetting. Woe to the idiot in the classroom who puts his hand up and asks where the test is.

Thanks to all for yesterday's comments. I can't justify my discomfort with going to the dentist, because I know it is totally unjustifiable. Unfortunately, the fear resides on a level in me that doesn't apparently listen to reason. I'll probably call back again this afternoon, but I have to work my way back up to doing it.

Maybe I'll call tomorrow instead.

I went home last night to another pile of undone dishes. I couldn't face it, so I instead offered to pay for dinner out. We ended up hitting an Indian restaurant the Professor has recently taken a liking to. Said Indian restaurant was conveniently close to a Borders bookstore, and so I conned him into stopping off there on the way home where I picked up a copy of Ursula Le Guin's newest addition to the Earthsea series, "The Other Wind". (I also got a collection of Rod Serling short stories from the Twilight Zone and the 2002 Edward Gorey desk calendar **yay!!**). We then went home, and I curled up with my new book for an hour before going to sleep. The dishes are still in the kitchen, but I can put off getting angry about that for another few hours until I have to go home and confront them tonight. Who knows ... a miracle may have occurred and they may actually have been cleaned by then.

Yeah, right.