"Laughter is carbonated holiness."

Okay, so a couple of small good things have happened today. One is, I was trying to figure out what was wrong with my head. I don't mean in the cosmic, lifetime sense. It's more that, as I've been slogging through the day, I've been feeling slightly dizzy and as though there's a haze of uncomprehension over my face. I was staring at a bank statement--I'm not a numbers gal, but it is really a simple document--and I could NOT put it together. Just. Could. Not. Compute.

I was slightly worried until I went into this sort of resting room they happen to have here at this office (talk about small mercies!), and immediately passed out cold. (Can you imagine if I hadn't set the alarm on my cell? Or if my boss had walked in, because it was her naptime?) So now I know I'm just tired and drained, and can put my little self to bed early tonight.

The other good thing is this line I found from Anne Lamott: "Laughter is carbonated holiness." How beautiful is that? Totally brilliant! See, this is why I'm afraid Christianity will take Lewis Black away from me. Any reader of my previous post knows that Lewis Black, who by his existence makes me fall over sideways laughing, has given me one small reason to live. Okay, he drops f-bombs like he's going for the Guinness Book of World Records. But he made me laugh! Finally! Made me laugh, and put down the Riesling, and perk up enough for small group last night! In the grand scheme of things, it's hard for me to imagine that Jesus would be seriously upset that someone like Lewis Black restored my ability to laugh, and cracked me up enough to let some light get in.

It'll be interesting to see how this gets resolved.

In the meantime, I'm going to finish out my day loving that line and knowing that it's time for a really, really good night' sleep.