Sadly, not the kind you wear on the head. Instead, I spent nearly 3 hours reclining in the dentist chair this morning as saliva, water, and tooth shards flumed into the air from my pie hole. Half-way through, I was informed that, on a scale from 1-10 with 10 being the most difficult, mine was a 10. Lucky me. Fortunately, the dentist was terrific and I barely felt a thing. Afterwards, I even got a high five as he told me we nailed a "10.0" on the scorecard. That was a bit odd...but funny.
Side Note: I don't give high-fives. I avoid them at all costs. I typically feel this overwhelming sense of shame when I'm forced into one. I've even been known to walk right away from one and "leave someone hanging".
After a successful dentistry procedure? Alright, I'll give you one. Plus, you still have control of the drill.
Meanwhile, the wife and I are heading to see RENT tomorrow night at the Wharton Center. Sure, I know it's like the 23rd touring ensemble and all and we are several years late but, hey, better late than never. We usually go to 3-4 stage plays/musicals a year and they are always entertaining. Plus, these occasions allow me trot out the phrase "We simply must get to the theater more often" in my most aristocratic tone all evening long to matching eye rolls from the wife, bless her heart.
As for running, what a kick in the gut is this cold snap? I don't have the heart to put all those layers - which I had dutifully tucked away in my drawers - back on again. I should have known. This is Michigan after all. I'll tackle my weekly LR either tomorrow (day off = woo- hoo!) or Sunday all decked out in mountain climbing gear once again. The plan is for an 18 miler and an 8 miler by Sunday in no particular order.