There has never been a national disaster after which I laughed. I can’t conceive of a situation where a disaster could occur and I would wake up laughing. What kind of cruel animal would I have to be? What kind of sadistic madman could do such a thing? Oh no, Lordy no, say it ain’t so…not me, not me.

I laughed yesterday. It started off with a chuckle, grew to laugh and reached blossom in a guffaw. But not for the reason you might think. Shit just started to be funny again.

I love my late night hosts. They are my playlist. I’m too old to stay up past 9 to catch them live, but they wait for me on the YouTube at the break of day. Among all the other weird events of the past few years this one was unexpected. It was like an equation I had forgotten about. Joke + Human = laughter.

Try as I might to change the channel, to find some harbinger of doom that clung to the Zeitgeist like a dingleberry; they were gone, replaced with bunnies befriending squirrels.

By the time I was done, I realized I hadn’t laughed at a joke in a very long time.

Laughter, try it. Available now at CVS.