Deep In The Forrest

( Meanwhile, at the Forrest , while the rest of the world sleeps peacefully...) 2:00 a.m. I wake up, freaking out thinking that I am running late. Oddly, I feel perfectly refreshed (wide-awake in fact) and ready to start the day. However, looking at the clock when I realize it is only 2 a.m., I force myself to go back to sleep and catch 'a few more winks'. 5:40 a.m. the alarm begins its daily act of terrorism, but I don't hear it until closer to 6:00. 5:55 a.m. I roll over slightly and nudge Richie, telling him it is '6 and ask him (rather inaudibly) if we're going to the gym'? To be a good sport, I nudge him a couple more times, he seems unresponsive so I hit the snooze button and settle back into my feather pillow. 6:20something, I hit the snooze again and then again a few more times... by now, feeling sleepy enough to probably sleep until noon. 7:14 a.m. I jump up, and begin the arduous task of opening my now sleep-welded eyes. 7:25 a.m. I enter the shower, w...

Well, it's official. I'm having a 'root canal'. My visit to the dentist went fine... at least TODAY. That is, because all he did was look at the problem, tell me that it was in bad shape and offer me the solutions to my problem. The issue of course, being a broken molar that I have let go for far too long. The visit went a little something like the following. I get to the office, fill out all the 'necessary paperwork', and get my insurance information in order. While i'm waiting, I eyeball a magazine to pass the time, thinking about all the dental horror stories, all the while, hearing this kid-must have been about 9 or 10 years old, in the back making the worst gagging and hurling noises you've ever heard... like something was just strangling the life out of him. "Oh, that's encouraging... terrific... I gotta go in after this kid... 'Doc Holiday' sounded better on his dying breath." (ok, try to ignore it) Finally, I get to go in, a...