Just came back from the dentist, who numbed things this morning from from roughly the bridge of my nose down to Earth’s mantle.

As a result, the entire right side of my face is fairly inactive.  And when I smiled in the mirror just now, to see how this morning’s excavations turned out, a surprising face looked right back at me:

Dick Cheney.

GAAAAAAHHHHHH! I said, running from the room, screaming, frightened that I was about to be tortured, or worse, forced to keep looking at Dick Cheney.

Blogging will be light today.  I need to get back to the book.  Also, I am going to be busy slapping the right side of my face over and over until the nerve endings wake up.

Given who that side of my face just resembled, I suspect this will be oddly satisfying.