Today I up and bolted in the middle of having my teeth cleaned. I have had my teeth cleaned four times a year for the last 20 years and twice a year before that. It hurt too damned much and it occurred to me suddenly that maybe some hygienists were in it for the pain. Maybe watching Minnie Driver on The Riches inspired this thought. I cried, the hygienist cried, and the clerk at the front desk cried as I headed for the door. I'm sure they saw the $$$ I had spent there over the years going with me. But still I left.
It's been quite a week and this event sent me home to multiple glasses of King Shag wine from Trader Joe's.
My story The Squatter had been reprinted in The Weathervane: An Online Journal for the Great Lakes. http://www.theweathervane.org/. They sounded like a mythical organization but here it is. Thanks to Bryon Q. for first publishing it.
Off to the movies-my main source of painkillers.