Winter solstice: today is the shortest day of the year. The dentist calls, moving my appointment forward to today from tomorrow. My initial assumption that she is looking for a long Christmas weekend proves wrong - her husband is having surgery. So she begins what should have been a root canal only in order to stop with the discovery that the root is cracked, the upshot of which is that it will require extraction by a specialist. Would I like this to happen tomorrow, if possible, or after Christmas? Right then - the twenty-eighth. Well, this should allow for a couple of hearty meals for the condemned. And yes, if we were in Canada Ernie would have done the same with less sympathy and more expense.
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