I hate Monday mornings. A weekend of football and leisure is rudely interrupted by the need to work and earn a living. I also don’t like 2020 very much. Pandemics, and nasty politics, and economic woes, and killer wasps and masks and you name it, make some days hard. But, wait, that is wrong. I choose to have fun every day. I laugh at pandemics. I meet the challenges with humor. I never understood anyone who never smiled or laughed or realized that the absurdity of life is actually fun. In Emily Dickinson’s words: “How dreary to be somebody, how public like a frog, to tell your name the live long day, to an admiring bog.” So, to all humorless people, to “serious” politicians, to well meaning fools who actually think that we have some control over events, to the idiots who think that people will believe that you know when the world will end, to thugs who assault others on the street because they are different, to talking heads on television who think they have the answers to all of the problems of existence, to those who would judge someone because of the words they speak,  you all need to get a clue. I am always saying: “Are we having fun yet?” Usually, it is used to defuse a potentially troubling situation. I have found that fun and humor are what makes life worth living. Perpetually unhappy people are sad to me. If we can’t have fun doing this, what is the point? Professor Feynman hit the nail on the head:

“If you’re not having fun, you’re not learning. There’s a pleasure in finding things out.”
 
Be like Professor Feynman. Be curious and happy. You know you want to.
Feynman