Terrible joke Tuesday is a great way to end a work day.

A weasel walks into a bar.

The bartender says, “Wow, in all my years of bartending, I’ve never had a weasel for a customer. What can I get you?

“Pop,” goes the weasel.

I am grateful for silly laughter from kids swinging at the park across the street.

I am grateful for lunchtime reading with an 8-year-old and a 6-year-old via Messenger on my phone. I got to watch them read the pages and encourage them, AND, we’re going to make it a daily routine. Ama heart-swell, I have.

And I am grateful for a quick afternoon walk to the post office down the middle of the streets on this 63 degree sunny day.