At fifty-four and a half, and counting, my funny bone holds me up. I depend on it to get through life in the 21nd Century.
In real life, I am a medical researcher and writer. I do drugs and get paid for it. (Great work if you can get it.) And all perfectly legal. I work for a small consulting company that studies the side effects of drugs. I have one job, one husband, one son, one dog, and all of them make me laugh.
Recently I have been writing up some of my observances. I hope you enjoy them.