(If you must have politics, please scroll down)
The best laid plans of mice and men go awry when a tooth emits waves of torment.
Yesterday, I had an emergency appointment with my dentist. He ran all sorts of texts, including x-rays, and his best assessment at this point is that I'm so stressed out that I'm clenching and grinding my teeth while asleep and awake.
Stress does cause physical symptoms, including bruxism ("gnashing of teeth").
At the dentist's office yesterday morning, I received instructions on palliative measures to take. One of those palliative measures: Don't read the newspaper! My dentist doesn't know that I blog. Just imagine the advice my dentist would give me if he knew that I blog!