Sometimes the funny ones sneak up on you.
And other times they just clobber you over the head.
Can’t tell which kind this New Yorker cartoon is.
But it did make me spit out my coffee.
That’s something at least.
Right?
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I haven’t really read anything as substantial as a novel – or as frivolous as a murder mystery – since last March when I dropped 40 lbs and lost my taste for coffee. I can’t really explain it, even in the face of two negative COVID antibody tests, but something sure changed. In any case, I got a copy of Anthony Horwitz’s “The Sentence is Death” for Christmas. So I’m dipping my big toe cautiously back into the literary waters. Since I’ve only made it to Chapter 2 thus far, the final review will have to wait for Twelfth Night – or maybe for Epiphany. But in any case, all’s well that ends well: I got my taste for coffee back. And the book club still has its secret sneak up sauce. But please don’t tell anybody. That’s the first rule of book club. And the last one too.