It’s hard.

I mean, picking lint off a bull’s nose has got to be easier.

Of what do I complain now?

Laughing.

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.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe