Laughter is the best medicine

"It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore."

-- Suite Judy Blue Eyes, CSNY



I have been sick as a dog.

I don't think I realized how damn run-down I was. Midweek the coughing started, then the headaches and pains and then by the weekend I was doubling over with every sneeze and evil thing that passed from my lungs.

I quit smoking. OK, mostly, but not really. I probably could right now if I wanted, but I'm not in a position to disappoint myself right now.

I just, ah, don't inhale.

I am not a fan of medicine, but I broke down and got some today. I am feeling better.

I did have my good moments through the weekend. I won't gush or bemoan or speculate or be skeptical, but Joe spent much of his weekend with me, the kleenex-consuming and boring thing of mush that I was. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard and so literally: even a chuckle brought forth spontaneous coughing fits and throbbing pain in my head.

I didn't think I'd stop laughing for even short periods of time, so I invested in some cough drops. Good thing.


I saw two robins in the yard today. Another good thing.