On a bad day, nothing is funny.

But I rarely have a day where it’s so bad that I can’t laugh at something.

Last night, I had a really bizarre dream. it was totally out there, unrelated to anything I had done all day yesterday. I remembered it this morning, which is not common for me. My mind remembered every detail. I can’t say much about this dream because it was really over the top, but I am still laughing about it, and adding my real time commentary as I think about it out loud.

I can find humor in almost anything. It’s one of my coping mechanisms, and I developed it early. It truly is a lifesaver.

Happy Fri-yay everyone.