Sadly enough, I can’t make people laugh. Can’t relate stories other people do so glibly. And so am mostly the entertained, rather than the entertainer. Always thought laughter came easily. But even that too has deserted, much like felicity of expression.

But had a series of good laughs to day. Although most of it had to do with people making fun of other people. Accounts of a poet and of a nyaaka man in capris. Twisting meanings. Making meanings. The nyaaka man in capris promptly evinced a discussion about men more feminine than women, with long shapely fingers and perfectly manicured nails and long straight silken hair.

Laughs like today’s always surprise me by their infrequence, though I am only made aware of their infrequence by their occurrence.