There is a moment, when things slide back to the more serious, that we feel a little guilty. Who cares about our little joys in such a time as this? Aren’t there more serious things to talk about? Have we called our senator today? I always feel weird about thoughts like that. In such a time as this, shouldn’t I be more serious? In such a time as this! (As if time is ever anything but serious and potentially grave.) I think it’s important to revel in the small things that make us joyful, to indulge when possible and not problematic, to steal laughter and hoard it.
