At fifty-four-and-a-half, my funny bone holds me up more completely than all the other bones in my body. I depend on it to get through the 21st Century.
In real life, I am a medical researcher and writer. I do drugs and get paid for it. Great work if you can get it. And all surprisingly legal. I work for a small consulting company that studies the side effects of drugs. I have one job, one husband, one son, one dog, and all of them make me laugh.
Recently I have been writing up some of my observances. I hope you enjoy them.