Sweet Jesus, we are a sickly bunch. I’m just loopy after my root canal. I feel like a one-sided drunken squirrel. (Note to self: never get a root canal when you already have a hangover. IJS.) But Down Dog Garrison is the loser of the day. Oh, and just to keep you up to date on all of my medical reports, my sweet, sweet endodontist, Bob Hamilton, told me I need to come back in the fall and have major surgery on my tooth. I don’t know why, because the nitrous oxide was free-flowing. It sounded like fun at the time. Nite, nite, termites.