HUMOR TO THE RESCUE
Have Two Laughs and Call Me in the Morning
A different kind of medicine to heal the hurt
Author’s note: This was one of my early pandemic pieces where we weren’t feeling comfortable and I was in search of a laugh…just one little laugh. While my jokes aren’t very funny, writing them made me laugh.
Sometimes it can be hard to find a reason to laugh, and — usually — those are the times we need laughter most.
The monotony of plodding through indistinguishable days can leave us lethargic — full of spiritual malaise. In defense of rediscovering our spunk, I am offering a tribute to the curative power of humor.
The photo for this piece should make most people smile, but just in case, I offer two self-created lame jokes that will either make you chuckle or decide that you can do better. To that, I say, “Please do.” I also add, “You can also look at those cute kids who are masked and maybe imagine a whole new dimension to the masking visage.
Anyway, here goes my attempts at humor:
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: He was practicing social distancing.
And for some darker humor:
