Yeah. No surprises.
First thing the new dentist says, is how about a new crown. Because, you know, the old one's old. Wasn't exactly a come to Jesus after that, but there was a brief discussion about not fixing what ain't broke, and that, without insurance some of us were more reluctant than others to dive into elective medicine.
As my son's Bolivian godfather used to say, "Carajo."
Worked hard on what look to be the final fourteen pages of the long piece. Got as far as possible, then hung up my spurs.
Ironworks guys called and asked us to come out and look at the new hinges. We did, and the stuff looked spectacular. Can't wait to get it done and hung.
Young M tomorrow. Seems like a long time since I've seen him.