An excellent day can disintegrate into an existential crisis with the introduction of an unpleasant idea.
Just the other day, I was enjoying a really good wedge of pineapple cheesecake when my phone chirped to tell me I had an email.
I was hoping for a reply to an email I had been obsessing over, but the message was actually from medicare.gov.
This was in the subject line: Choosing a Nursing Home. Wh…