Yesterday morning I was cruising down the road, somewhere after mile two, and came face to face with a very startled doe. I'll be honest, I don't know what preoccupies does, but I am not a sneaky runner, by any stretch. So when I rounded the curve and this doe did a double take including startled snort and a definitely ungraceful scramble, I found myself laughing out loud, by myself in the near-dark of predawn somewhere more than a mile from home.
If you had told me six months ago that I would be running 3-4 times a week and looking forward to it, I would have snorted in your face. If you had told me that somewhere in the middle of it I would be caught up in a belly laugh before dawn mid-run, well, I can't even think what I would have had to say or if I would have even been able to speak.
Life's been like that a lot lately, catching me unawares with things that both tickle and amaze me, even my own kids have either become way more funny, or I simply have laughter much closer under the surface than I used to. Even a random cow standing alone on a large pile of dirt will spur me to thoughts of bovine King of the Mountain and send me into gales of giggles alone in my van late in the afternoon.
I don't know when I lost my funny bone or where I found it again, but I am glad to have it back. Life's a funny old thing and a little laughter sure makes it sail more smoothly.