They say that laughter is the best medicine, and it has this doc’s seal of approval.

I began another day fatigued, but felt my spirits and energy levels rise when I got into the shower this morning.

My conversation with the three year old went like this,

“Get in the shower my little flower”

To which he promptly replied,

“I not a flower, I a DOCTOR” with such gravitas that I completely believed him.

This carried me through to my drive to work where I again attempted to dictate my latest work in progress.

Once I figure out how to use the headphones, it went swimmingly well. Upon reviewing the typed version however, it was crystal clear that I would need a fair amount of revision to make it comprehensible.

And then work, driving, work.

I battled the demons of illness and disease while my left eye twitched uncontrollably all morning from a combination of caffeine and sleep deprivation.

I patted some backs and zapped some warts, gave a shoulder and laughed at cheesy jokes.

By the end of the day, it felt as though I’d accomplished a lot. It may have been an ordinary day, but the laughter at the beginning carried me through, adding colour to an otherwise grey and rainy day.