Joke

These are grim times.  I was going to write yet another post on the virus, but it can wait.  We all need a joke, so here goes.

This guy has been going to a psychiatrist for years. She’d been very supportive.

On a recent session he said, I had a strange dream last night.

Psychiatrist’s ears perk up.

Tell me about it.

Well, I dreamed that you were my mother.

Psychiatrist sits bolt upright in her chair.

That’s fascinating what did you do?

Well I was so upset I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I got up, had a cup of coffee and went in to the office

That’s a breakfast?

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