Uneasy is the Head that has a Crown in it

I had a dental appointment this morning.

The joys of old age- I had lost a crown on a molar. To me, if there is anything worse than grey hair, it’s trying to keep your teeth that may not necessarily want to stay with you. The benefit is , thank God, for my retirement insurance plan. The “bite” , pardon the pun, won’t be too bad.

So now I realize why people tended toward softer food as they got older.

On the bright side, I am in a good spot to be in.