atomic_fungus (atomic_fungus) wrote,

#4330: Okay, today's non-depressing post.

So the earliest I can get anyone to look at that loose crown is Friday. *sigh*

My regular dentist apparently had hip-replacement surgery not long ago and is only seeing patients who have emergencies. "The soonest I could get you in would be September," his receptionist said. So I started calling other dentists in the Fungal Vale, and had to settle for Friday. Well, if that's as good as it gets, that's what it has to be.

It's not like this is an emergency, anyway. There's no pain, and I think it'll be okay for a few more days. I noticed that it was loose on Sunday, but since I had work yesterday I called to make an appointment today. I just have to avoid eating caramel or other really sticky substances.

I'm hoping they can just cement the thing back in place, because now would not be a good time for me to require tons of dental work.

* * *

Of course, it's Perseid meteor shower time, and what's the weather like? CLOUDY! As usual, whenever I happen to remember that it's time for the Perseids, the sky helpfully fills itself with clouds so that I won't lay underneath it looking for meteors. (In years that I forget until it's over, inevitably the sky was perfectly clear the entire time.)

Most of the meteors would have been washed out by the full moon (occurring at perigee) but some would have been visible, enough that it's worth going outside to look for them...except, of course, clouds. *sigh*

* * *

It's a cool day today. I'd set the alarm clock to get me up so I could call the dentist, but before I did that I was listening to the weather report and it turns out that Lake Michigan is pretty bumpy right now: waves five to nine feet.

I have been out on the lake, in my parents' sailboat, when the surf was up to six feet, and while it was fun it was not unalloyed, harmless fun; it was "okay, turn around and go back in because this shit's dangerous". It's not serious danger (like, I don't know, hanging from a rock by your fingernails, 1,500 feet up) but if anything went wrong it could become dangerous. Say the motor quits: then you're bobbing around on six-foot seas without the ability to maintain steerage way, and once you're broadside to the waves--well.

Larger vessels would be less hazardous, but I wouldn't want to stay out in six-foot swells in anything smaller than about seventy feet or so, and even that would be uncomfortable.

Nine feet? Right out. No way. The ore freighters can have that shit.

* * *

Anyway, having woken up far too early--even if it was for good purpose--I now find that I'm sleepy, so I'm going to go catch a few more Zs.

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