Laughter is Therapeutic

I'm slowly coming back to life. For a couple of weeks after my surgery I was strangely dull. It wasn't just the boredom of being home by myself all day. I had no desire to do anything. I couldn't even bring myself to leaf through a magazine. If the TV was tuned to a program I didn't care for I had no motivation to change the channel even if the remote were in my hand. Finally the last week of July I started to come out of it. This was fortunate since I had to resume some of my work responsibilities.

I'm still not firing on all cylinders as I like to say. I am incapable of juggling all the tasks I can normally handle. I am however able to read again. My first good read was "What the Dog Did" by Emily Yoffe. It is a hilarious book. I recommend it to anyone who really likes, kind of likes or thinks they hate dogs. It is still painful for me to laugh so reading it was a delightful torment. I laugh like this: "O-ow O-ow O-ow." I try not to laugh at all actually which causes me to shake really hard and make choking noises. More than once My Beloved took the pillow off his head and looked quizzically at me to see if I was having some sort of seizure. Anyway, I recommend the book but consider yourself informed that I will not be responsible for any laugh related injury you may suffer as a consequence.