I have developed a habit of watching the opening monologs of three of the late night shows -- Trevor Noah, Steven Colbert, and Seth Meyers -- before I go to bed. They are all totally political, and I usually learn things. Plus all three amuse me.
But I rarely laugh. I'm just not a big laugher. I don't know why. When I go to a comedy in the theater -- as was my wont in the pre-covid days -- I always take care not to sit in the front row. As a performer myself, I know what a drag it is to have a stone-face like me sitting up close.
But last night I found myself laughing! Frequently! It wasn't that Trev & Steph & Seth were funnier than usual. They are always reliably funny. They are funny themselves and they have a team of writers to help them achieve laugh lift-off five nights a week.
Laughter just kept bubbling up from deep inside. Something in ME has changed, and I think it's this: I am no longer walking around in the Dark Gray Cloud of Dread because:
TRUMP IS GOING DOWN IN FLAMES!
THE GOP IS GOING DOWN THE TUBES!
THE RATS ARE LEAVING THE SINKING SHIP!
Since November 8, 2016 we have been living in a Dark Gray Cloud of Dread that just got dreadfuller and dreadfuller.
I'm not saying I see smooth sailing until we see Der Toddler leave the People's White House for the last time. But... I don't know.... maybe it WILL be smooth sailing! It's POSSIBLE. If this experience has taught us anything it's that ANYTHING is possible.
And the laughter bubbles up in me. What a great feeling.
I want to end this blog with a photo of the pups on the beach. Why does Loulou always look purposeful and elegant while Nikki always looks like a goofball?
They really are a great pair.
Bloggelinis, this is a very short blog because my wrist hurts. Terry