"Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste ...."

The lament in the title is Shakespeare's characterization of old age in his play As You Like It. 

It's what immediately came to mind when, during dinner on Saturday, a fully formed crown popped out of my mouth. It was a compact little item.

So today I hied myself to my wonderful dentist. Turns out, the crown was attached to an implant post whose adhesive had gotten tired and given up.

 

He glued the crown back on its post and it should be good for 15 or so more years. 

This time, the aging was in my replacement hardware, not my original equipment. A comforting discovery.

Back to what I meant to do on this day ...