Aging

Today was a rough day for the old ego.I went to the dentist for the bi-annual checkup and blammo -- one of my molars cracked a bit. Nothing that causes any pain or even any cavity action. Honestly I blame my old dentist from Cleveland who had a fetish for doing procedures. But that doesn't change the present.Turns out I can either get a fill followed by a crown or just fuck-it and go straight to the crown. The advice from the dentist is a crown.Then I get home to pick up my stuff before heading to work. Brush my hair in the mirror I notice a flare of white. Not the stray white hairs I've been toting around for years, but a patch of old-man white.It's times like this that drive things home for me... all of the impermanence of everything -- including ourselves.:-/Looks like I picked the wrong day to stop sniffing glue.