This morning my husband and I decided to do a little bit of interior designing. Well, ok, it was really just moving a rug from one room to another, but it was an attempt to change up our environment.

Laying down a rug in a rather confined and already furnished space requires some major Tetris skills, and as we were delicately tilting around a large filing cabinet, by husband dropped a corned of it on his toe. *Insert resounding expletives here*. After he calmed down, we attempted to nudge it into place again, and a lifted corner came down squarely on my toe. I screeched.

And then we started laughing uncontrollably for several minutes.

Sometimes laughter is the only appropriate response in the face of adversity; anything else would simply make the situation even worse. And so, in that spirit, I give you this.

(Disclaimer: there’s explicit language. But we’re all adults here…)

What has made you laugh these last few weeks? Is it different from what you might have found hilarious before the pandemic?

My task today: limit myself to a single glass if I’m going to have wine. The last few nights I’ve had a couple of glasses (virtual happy hour with a bunch of friends on Friday and a movie night Saturday with the husband) and it has negatively impacted my sleep. I’ll write more about alcohol, stress, depression and sleep in the next few days (I’ll let you know if I hold to my one glass rule tomorrow!)