I choose to laugh.
Not a guffaw. Not a hardy ‘Ho-Ho!’ No, it’s more of a nervous titter (how befitting, right?).
Oh, but it is a laugh.
What brings on this bout of chortles?
The realization that there are people who actually depend on me.
That’s either horrifying or, well, laughable.
Yep, I choose to laugh.
The yelping and forced sedation will come later.