random thoughts – Day 2,068 (Friday) – yes, and ...

On Wednesday, a friend shared info about a one-night improvisation class taking place at the community college in my new town. She and her husband had signed up for it, and she was letting several of us know about it in case we were interested. Within a few minutes, I uttered the fundamental rule of improv – “yes, and…” – and enthusiastically signed up for the class. 

Improv has always seemed like fun, but any classes I saw in the past were expensive, many towns away, and ran for many weeks. The low fee, location a few miles away, and commitment of just a couple hours on a single Friday night made this class exciting. It seemed like a great chance to do something completely different. Yes, and ... maybe meet some new people, which is the fantasy used for years to drag (trick) myself out of the house.

Thursday, ick season caught up with me and a very messy head cold blossomed in my sinuses. Yes, and ... I was parked on the couch like a Victorian-era invalid with a box of tissues for the rest of the day. Daytime and nighttime medicines were ordered from the big A, to be delivered Friday, just in case the ick continued. In my sometimes overactive imagination peppered with heavy doses of denial, I thought Friday morning would dawn with me feeling fully rested and restored to optimal health with the ick nothing but a foggy memory and fresh cold meds relegated to the bathroom closet. Nope.

On Friday, I awoke at 8:30 after a solid ten hours of slumber. Fresh frost glistened on the neighboring lawns and roofs. The head cold had slithered southward into the uppermost respiratory region. Sneezing and coughing were amplified. The previously runny nose was congested until I got out of bed and gravity kicked in. Yes, and... then it was simultaneously congested and runny. Ewwww. Things were definitely feeling worse.

The day's view.

Attending the improv class was deemed out of the question. The daytime cold formula helped, but it was still too much for a mask and the tissue consumption was excessive. I resigned myself to another day and night on the couch fortified with soup, tea, a box of tissues, "Woodoku"on my phone, and Love is Blind on Netflix. For anyone keeping track, I’m now up to season four.

Hopefully, the improv class at the community college will be offered again. Yes, and ... if it is, I will sign up for it again.