this morning #1218.

this morning, there was something off in the way he was laughing at my jokes. a questionable chill tucked inside of a carefully constrained chuckle. a slightly longer than normal response time. laugh lag. lack of affability. i know they aren’t my best jokes. i’m cool with admitting that. they can’t all be home runs. i’m still working on my material. that’s why we’re here. he’s my sounding board. i hope my lame, unbaked humor is the reason for his reaction. he always lets me know if he’s not ok. i’m his sounding board. real talk. confident confidant. i need to break out my classic nixon bits. he adores those. if his mood’s due to something other than my new jokes, riffing on tricky dick will do the trick.