My Sense of Humor Went on Vacation
With my ability to care about things.
I woke up one morning, and things were clearly different. The absurdities I face on a daily basis didn’t elicit so much as a chuckle. Something was wrong.
I searched for answers in my environment. The dishes waited impatiently for someone to notice them and clean them — as always. Laundry stared at me from their piles, unwashed. Even my…