I mean, picking lint off a bull’s nose has got to be easier.
Of what do I complain now?
Chuckling, chortling, producing anything akin to a giggle.
Hiding from COVID-19 sucks the snicker right out of life.
But as long as there is life, the chuckles can wait.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as I pluck fuzz off the old brahma’s snout.