Yesterday I drove to the store to get a carefully crafted small list of carryable (I like creating words others like us can relate to. Try it. You'll find humor in it too.), and the disabled slot was across from one of those new fangled vehicle charging stations. The thought came to me that I'd like to be able to plug myself into one of those things and as a matter of fact, once I make it out of the store, I'll be right over there. I'll even bring a comfortable folding chair, the book I'm presently reading and listen to my calming music on my phone. I'm not sure how much it would cost me as I can get pretty tanked out, thank you CFS, but would that be a great place for a group recharge? Why people with vehicles would have to take a number once our band of rechargers shows up. Just picture that! Everyone plugged in on a slow charge, laughter about the things we've found to laugh about, passing the tea kettle, electric of course, around, warm house shoes on feet resting on the cushions in the center of our circle, soft covers over our legs, why all we need is a cozy fire pit and we'd make a great postcard. O, you're topped off already, Charlie? Heading to the golf course aren't ya? Well, I hear they have a charger there for your car, golf cart and you.

Yes, there really is humor in the bleakest things. I recently enjoyed another carpet inspecting CFS event and found a long list tiny earring! Hey, I figured while I was down there I'd look around the geography. Found a dime too! What humor have you discovered out of the blue, or purple or whatever your favorite color, during, or whenever, a flare or after, that you can look back on and smile about? See you at the charger!