Tuesday

Today turned out both more and less interesting than I thought it would. I did not go out to dinner at a new restaurant--we had been invited by a favored waiter from our favorite San Pedro restaurant (which closed down to renovate shortly before Semana Santa and has never reopened). Instead, Sunshine came home late from work with half a root canal. A few days ago she finally mentioned that her tooth was aching, and with this lapse in stoicism came the end of her being able to put up with it. While I watched her struggle with a Subway Sub last night we both seemed to come to the realization that Monday was going to be too long for her to wait on a dentist's appointment, so today she made an emergency stop after her workday. Sadly, she did not look or sound at all funny when she got home. There was almost no way to tell that anything had happened. I am concerned that this dentist appointment will add to Sunshine’s badass points because of some back-alley assumptions of Mexican medicine. He did not disinfect with the Cuervo anesthesia. He did not cauterize the wound with a cheroot. Do not be fooled. She gets badass points for just going to the dentist at all--any dentist. She would like everyone to know that she is just fine, and that the Mexican dentist was as swell as possible. [Cavin]