I have a dental appointment in roughly 26 minutes. I always take the earliest slot, and for some reason, the receptionist delights in giving me the Monday appointment. I schedule six full months in advance; you would think another day of the week would be open.
A visit to the dentist is fraught with nervous anticipation. Not over the work I need done; no, I worry that my cavity-free teeth will finally have a flaw.
Laugh if you will, but my teeth are one body part that is not falling apart with age - at least not yet. So I fret, just a little bit.
Update: Relief. Still perfect.
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