More dentistry

I had an appointment for a filling at 10 this morning, and made a point of stopping for a filling second breakfast beforehand. I went to Amy's Bread, asked for my stuff "for here," and then saw that there were no tables free. Before I could gather my tea and rolls and leave, someone asked if I would like to share her table. I accepted, and we had a nice conversation, from "I don't live around here, but I used to work in the neighborhood, and once you find a good dentist it's worth keeping him" and a couple of questions about my tattoos to her career and some family stuff, and how much stability we each want. I'm the settled-in sort; she said that she has no tattoos, though she admires them on other people, because she keeps wanting to change things. It sounded as though I'd given her a useful idea, or at least phrasing, on some job/contract stuff, and I had a nice half hour before walking two blocks south to the dentist. (She told me her name is Hattie, and that she lives in Worldwide Plaza, which is a couple of blocks from where we were sitting.)

The dentistry itself was straightforward. I was done around 10:30, and decided that since I was in the area anyway, I'd go to the gym, rather than down to the West Village for more tea that I may not need yet. I don't manage three times/week very often these days, so that feels like an accomplishment.

( so, more gym notes cut to avoid boredom )

As I had hoped, the workout used enough time for the anesthetic to wear off partway, and I stopped for a bit of mushroom-barley soup on the way home, eating it carefully. A sandwich might have been easier, but I wanted soup. Yay for air conditioning.