Nothing like a mouth ache the size of Alaska to make you forget you have (other) troubles. As in… at least 49 other states of discontent.

Today was a deadline for a humor writing contest.

It’s not funny

to gnaw your jaw

and hold your chin

while sending something witty to win.

Adding a wet blanket to the day was the dumping of decades of things that made my father Master Cutting Table.

Oh yes. This was a day to be down in the dumps.

Tomorrow will be better. I hope.

Oh no. I have a physical in the afternoon. One day more of stress and I will explode like a 6th grade homemade volcano science project gone wrong. (I still carry the emotional scars of that humiliating moment.)