Last week I had an apicoectomy for my zombie tooth. Three root canals didn’t work, so this was the final option. I now have stitches in my gums and a pain in my face. Chipmunk cheek has subsided though. That’s nice.

I ironed my sheets on Friday. All the bedding, pillowcases and the duvet. Crawling into a clean, freshly ironed bed was divine. Luxurious, even. Chances it will happen again are slim to none. I blame the painkillers for the sudden surge of domesticity.

Tonight is the last class of the second session of improv at Coldtowne. People keep asking what I’m planning on doing and why I’m still taking these classes. As if there’s an end game. Is there? I’m not sure yet. All I know is that I want to keep laughing. Everything else is lagniappe.

Speech hipped me to this track today by Julio Bashmore. It’s fitting nicely in the holes of my brain.