Fifteen new minutes I'll probably cut in two weeks

Worked up a new tight five into fifteen sprawled-out minutes last night between hotel check-ins. There's a bit about how my dog watches me pack for a road gig like he's reading my shoulders for a verdict. Mostly it's flab, but that one bit might survive the edit. The silence after a joke that lands is just a room you learn to sit in — same as the silence after one that doesn't.