Mouthing off, but not in the fun way

Root canal was today. The plan of listening to books on the iPod fell through -- the process is just noisy enough to drown out key bits of plot -- but I was happy to have my music with me.

They put a waterproof thing in my mouth to isolate the area they were working on, presumably so that I wouldn't get little fragments of tooth all over my tongue. I haven't had a mouthful of latex since I was single. The flavor has not improved any.*

It was a little unnerving to see smoke curling up out of my mouth, but it wasn't actually painful. Yet. Ask me when the numbness wears off. For the moment I'm more troubled by drool than anything else.

* I said this to the spouse when I got home and he stopped dead in his tracks with shock. Then he said, "I started to ask you, 'What kind of debauchery were you getting up to, anyway?' and then I remembered that you were getting up to it with me."

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Also, randomly: Our local newspaper's headline about Harriet Miers' appointment said: "Female appointed to Supreme Court."

This is either an appallingly bad headline, or a very good one, in that they've pinpointed her one and only qualification.