A Smile Can Help the Pain

I haven’t been writing much lately, because I have yet another bout of respiratory illness.  Basically it has not yet developed into pneumonia, but I am in quite a bit of pain ~ and it has just plain old worn me out.

Laughter has been kind of absent in my life lately, but I heard a joke yesterday, and it made me smile.  I thought I would pass it along.

Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time which produced an impressive set of callouses on his feet. He also ate very little which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath.

This made him a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.