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.)