I’ve written before about my occupational hazards. Four years after leaving the newsroom, I’m still copy-editing every bit of writing that crosses my field of vision, and I’m still thinking up story ideas.
It seems my time on stage has seeped in to all aspects of my life. Last night, after my twice-yearly teeth cleaning (nearly 47 and still no cavities, thank you very much!), the dentist asked me to turn my head to the left.
So of couse, I turned my head to the right.
My fellow instructors are all laughing reading this, ’cause that would be “Jazz left” to all of us!
Guess it’s a good thing I’m not allowed to teach Catherine how to drive, huh?