This afternoon as I read the paper and enjoyed a torta at my favorite little Mexican dive, I lost 1/4 of a molar.  I didn’t feel it go, I just knew there was something much harder than tortilla chip in my mouth.  I knew instinctively what it was even though I wasn’t expecting a loss.

It reminded me of my thoughts on a related occasion a few years back.  Those thoughts are pretty much the same today.

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