Sometimes you just have to persevere, keep moving, and wrestle the Gods of Chaos to the ground rather than go back to bed.

It’s pathetic how a little thing can bring me down. Know what I mean? Like this morning when I lost that plastic, false tooth the World’s Best Dentist had made for me, oh, about two years, maybe three years ago – quite a while, anyway. It was supposed to be temporary, until I was ready to spend enough money to buy a used pick-up to equip my mouth with a single-tooth bridge. The temporary front tooth has sufficed, thank you, though it was pricey enough in its own right.

This morning wasn’t the first time I’d lost it. Last summer I was picking corn and, as I do sometimes, eating the odd cob right-off-the-stalk raw. Don’t laugh; sweet corn is pretty tasty seconds after it’s picked. But removal of the false tooth is necessary to avoid breakage. Continue reading →