I should have stayed in bed. First, it is Friday the 13th, enough said. Next, we have our weekly beatdown in gyro-town, hosted by Amber, our special serial senior abuser. Amber Alert! Today’s art is a portrayal of me being tortured, as I attempt to gyrate in class, “Head up. Legs strait. Curl. Stomach in. And don’t forget to breath.” Plus, we have dentist appointments. Who could ask for more?

Bless me St. Hygienist, for I have sinned. It has been six months since my last cleaning. I would have been here earlier, but I got covid instead and you did not want to see me then. I tried to brush and floss religiously every day, but I might have missed a day or two. I am sorry and I beg your forgiveness. Flay me with your floss. I deserve it. I offer up all my plaque and bleeding gums as restitution.

Eventually, I survived. It being Friday, the dentist’s office was only open until one. We had a noon appointment and showed up late for that. That left little time. Not enough time for a thorough cleaning, more of a bloody slap-dash hack-and-slash job. I had worn a red t-shirt in expectation of this. Because there was not enough time, future dental plans were left up in the air, except my next appointment was scheduled. We will see if or when that happens. 👿