Part of the problem may be that this dental thing caused me to miss lunch, so my blood sugar's probably down in my toes. Probably my brain will pick up a bit after dinner.
Also went out to get gas this morning. That was an adventure. See, if you haven't heard, those of us in the Phoenix area are in the middle of a gas shortage, because one of the pipelines that brings gas into the area broke. That would've been a minor inconvenience, except that every jackass from here to Flagstaff heard the phrase "gas shortage" and immediately hauled their SUV into the station to fill the tank. And the RV. And the boat. And the pickup. And of course, if everyone in a given area decides to fill every tank they own on the same day, whether or not there's a REAL gas shortage to begin with, wham!
We went out. There are four gas stations within three blocks. We circled, slowly, seeing lots of nozzles with bags over them. "Out of Service." Yellow tape everywhere. "Do not cross." Next gas station. More bags over nozzles. Next gas station. More bags. It was vaguely creepy, in that slow, sinking, hey-guess-how-close-civilization-is-to-t
I'd try to reconstruct the chain of events that led to James declaiming "Burrow before your master, mole Hitler!" last night, but space is entirely too limited.