I believe, with 95% certainty, that I have chipped a tooth. I am only 95% certain because the potential chip is on the far outside of a molar. How on earth I could get a chip there without knowing about it, I have no idea. But this development annoys me for several reasons:

This is the second out-of-nowhere tooth chip in less than twelve months. What's going on?

It's in such an awkward place that I can look forward to an even more painful jaw following repair, if the muscles on that side will loosen enough for me to get the procedure done.

My dental benefits don't start for another two months. And while the fiscally responsible part of me says that, with a little TLC, I can probably make it, there's another part that's steadily getting louder, saying, "GET IT FIXED NOW! JUST PAY!"

In other news, the Flames move on to the Western Conference Final, and the sky has a lovely palette of clouds this morning. The former makes me grin, and the latter makes me happy. I feel as if the universe is aligning again.