Well, Monday afternoon, not too long before I was supposed to leave work, I felt a crown on one of my lower left molars wiggle a little, and then pop off. My dentist, Jay Davis — who’s also a good friend of mine from church — has his office within two blocks of the newspaper, and so I stopped by and they glued the crown back on.

Today, a few minutes after leaving work, I was nibbling on a piece of (soft!) cheese when I felt the same crown pop right off. Again, I ran by and Jay glued it back on — using what he said was a different adhesive this time, and trimmed it a little to make sure the tooth above wasn’t putting undue pressure on it.

I’m just happy it came off here and not during my trip to Costa Rica ….