October has been a rough month.
I’ve been to several on-line funerals.
It’s been hard to keep my mind on the regular things.
This morning the Grown Son walked into my office.
“What’s THAT for?” he asked, pointing to the rainbow clown wig on my desk.
“I wore that to a Halloween-themed Toastmasters meeting,” I told him.
“Seriously?” he asked, horrified, “You didn’t wear that to the funeral service did you?”
I burst out laughing.
Of course I didn’t wear a rainbow clown wig to a funeral service.
But thanks for the laugh, Kid, I needed that.