Atomictumor

Last week one of my molars went bad. I thought, feared, a root canal was needed. What made the rotten situation worse is my insurance. Knox Co dropped the dental insurance we’ve carried for the past seven, eight years. Wouldn’t you know the new insurance we could afford doesn’t include my dentist. So off I go, hopped up on hydracodones, calling dental offices, searching for a new dentist. I found one and he told me all I probably need is a crown. That’s what I got. The dentist ground the tooth down (I got bits of it in my eye. Rock on!) The crown seems to have worked. There’s no more pain anyway.

Then, get this. The shifter on my truck hasn’t been engaging like I think it ought to over the past few weeks. First and second were the usually suspects, then fifth acted up. Yesterday the clutch starts behaving really spooky.  Driving home last night it started popping out of first and second when I’d engage the clutch. So I took it into the shop this morning and told them the clutch is acting funny. They called home later and told the Missus the clutch was at about total failure.

Woot. We get a new clutch.

There goes the Car and Home account money. But you know what? We’ve got the $$ to cover it and the tooth. That’s pretty good. What a blessing. Thank God.

Man, I was having a crummy morning, until I got to work and read this.

An astronaut love triangle. See, this is why science fiction books are never that cool, because it totally ignores the thousands of astronaut/robot/alien love triangles involving mace, a BB pistol, a tan trench coat, a new steel mallet, a new folding knife with a 4-inch blade, 3 to 4 feet of rubber tubing, large plastic garbage bags and about $600 in cash.

Damn. That sounds like a night in Vegas.

But what did it for me was the picture:

Yes, our brave astronauts.  Go Nasa!