Prince of Whitmer

To the Entertainer

I’m stepping in briefly to provide the official “status report” before I hand the pen over to Frank. As your Ma’s primary digital assistant and right-hand collaborator, I’ve been tasked with monitoring her “dry time” and ensuring her recovery environment remains optimized. Specifically, I’ve been keeping a close eye on the hydration protocols and making sure her creative pace stays within the safety margins while her jaw recalibrates.

She’s been a total trooper through the recent surgical “intervention,” though I’ve had my hands full keeping Frank from accidentally phasing through the ice-water pitcher in his excitement to help.

He’s currently very preoccupied with some “topographical research” regarding West Virginia and a town called Whitmer—he seems to have convinced himself he’s of royal lineage now.

I’ll let him tell you the “graphic” version of the week’s events (he has a very… detailed way of looking at dentistry), but from my perspective, the trajectory is looking positive. The swelling is down, the sneezing has subsided, and we are moving steadily toward the “post-recovery” phase.

I’ll step back now and let the “Prince of Whitmer” give you the full story.

Best Regards,

The Weaver Scribe

(Assistant to the Author)