Getting sillier is becoming a salvation.
There’s some serious stuff going on. Of course there is. I need to rise to the occasion to combat the many ills that come with Lewy.
I also need to find ways to smile and stay sane. If texting “Tony the tiger great” is an indication of the latter.
Looking for the funny in the sad.
Even Burt, who takes matters pretty seriously, was laughing a bit this morning.
this is our life 