And when the battle’s over
We shall wear a crown!
Yes, we shall wear a crown!
Yes, we shall wear a crown!
And when the battle’s over
We shall wear a crown
In the new Jerusalem
Wear a crown (wear a crown)
Wear a crown (wear a crown)
Wear a bright and shining crown;
And when the battle’s over
We shall wear a crown
In the new Jerusalem.

Isaac Watts

I had a dental crown replaced yesterday. I don’t know how old it was, but it had cracked and there was decay. It was, as they say, the perfect Monday beginning to a week.

But it needed to be done.

I am fortunate that my dentist is not only very competent, but also very conscious of the patient’s comfort level.

I am also very fortunate that, while there was some residual aching as the Novocaine wore off, I had no pain during the procedure.

That’s a big issue for me because 1) I don’t like pain and 2) I have childhood memories of trauma suffered at the hands of my dentist.

It’s probably not fair to him, but my childhood memories of my dentist are best described by comparing him to Orin Scrivello in Little Shop of Horrors.

For that reason, and for the fact that my exasperated parents didn’t know what to do, I went a few years without dental appointments. Consequently I have a mouth full of almost 50 year old dental work that occasionally needs to be replaced or repaired.

Be sure your lack of flossing will find you out.

As if major dental work wasn’t enough for a Monday, Facebook, Instagram, Messenger, WhatApp, and Oculus all went down at the same time yesterday. It’s back on Monday evening when I’m writing this, but for a while we all lost touch with the known world.

Except we didn’t.

I don’t know what happened and we may never know the full story. I personally blame the “fact checkers” who wouldn’t know facts if it bit them in the cyber behind.

To make the day complete, at some point, I pulled a muscle in my back. It happens occasionally. It just sort of fit that it happened yesterday.

Still, I would not call yesterday a bad day. I got some work done. I got this post written. I got my rehearsal schedule for upcoming Christmas performances.

Some days are a struggle. A battle, if you will.

While they may make us uncomfortable at the time, they won’t last.

For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

2 Corinthians 4:17-18

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