I have a dentist appointment this morning. She will tell me if my wisdom tooth is coming in okay (it hurts less this morning than it did last night, by a long shot) and other teeth-stuff. It occurred to me, when I was picking a dentist off the insurance list, that I really haven't had much for male health care personnel in my life. A few nurses, mostly, and one "I need this stupid exam to renew my prescription because my doctor in California was deliberately controlling and bitchy about it" visit. There's no reason I should specifically want a female dentist. There's nothing about dentistry that requires ovaries, to the best of my knowledge. But on the other hand, what I really want is a dentist who reminds me of Susan, my old dentist, and like most Susans, Susan is female.
I have no idea what I will be doing with the rest of my day. I'm not at all sure what I should rely on my brain to process accurately. I tried to go back to bed after dropping markgritter off at the airport, but I didn't manage to get back to sleep. Instead, my brain said to me, "I think you should white-paper the first chapter of Thermionic Night. Yep. Redo it entirely from scratch. Redeem the suckage. Go." Riiiiight. Thanks, brain. I got out of bed in self-defense.