|08:39 pm - I grow old, I grow old...|
Very stupidly spent half an hour y'day reading a book while lying on my side, which of course made my neck complain all day until my chiro could fix it. So came home in a happier mood to find a voice mail from my dentist with the ominous phrase 'discuss your treatment.' My treatment is to have the root canal I was supposed to have two weeks ago was it? before other people's transient global amnesia interrupted my plans, and then to wait until my bridge actually breaks before doing anything else. I'm in no hurry for dentures. But I foresee a fight looming, because my dentist always has grandiose and extremely expensive visions for my crumbling teeth; and frankly I'm too tired for fights.