DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER
JUNEAU, Alaska: "You really do sleep anywhere," Edward grumps.
"Anywhere moving, yep," I admit, then doze off again, wedged on a bench, head lolling off the backrest. The tourist boat splutters through near whiteout fog.
Thus I almost sleep through the trip's best wayside conversation, where two dentists explain that "a diamond inlay isn't more durable. It's a cosmetic choice ... and tacky."
"Repeat that for posterity, please," I beg, ever alert for new ways to rib my ex. But my camera broke yesterday. Drat.
Back to the nap, then.