Sunday morning, 10 AM, I found myself at Hives Theater in Saint Paul for my first ever musical improv session there. It was early, but I liked it because it allowed me to still wind into the rest of the day. The session was filled with glittery, giggly laughter 😄, and somehow that made us feel closer as a group as we explored the music and scenes together.
Earlier in the week, I had an upper endoscopy, and while the results were inconclusive, I finally feel like I have a better handle on what’s going on. I think allergies or asthma have been triggering reactions, which explains why eating certain foods has been so challenging lately. A short round of Prednisone 💊 seems to be helping, and I’m slowly stepping out of that months-long period of discomfort.
On the health front, I also met with my orthopedic doctor, and we’re moving forward with reinstating my disability parking sticker 🅿️. Somehow, my old one had disappeared, so it feels like a nice little bonus to get it back.
Minnesota has been buried in snow lately ❄️, but surprisingly, I didn’t run into too many issues. Well… except for a classic Minnesota road rage moment 😬. Apparently, if you drive even slightly slower than someone’s ideal 50 mph on snowy roads, they’ll find a way around you, often crossing two yellow lines, just to fishtail past.
As the week winds down, I’ve been diving into some new reads 📚. I picked up Booked for Murder, part of the Juniper series, which reminded me of How to Solve Your Own Murder with its clever, slow-burn mystery and humor. I’ve also been exploring TJ Nelson’s mischievous mysteries, and revisiting The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, which is sardonic and energetic and continues to be captivating.