Last night on my way home from work, The Universe shifted.
Or maybe The Universe shifted long before that but the effects weren’t felt until RIGHT THEN. Either way today is going to be interesting. Because the day after any big moment is always one to pay attention to.
I am sorry to be vague but decorum requires it. Hopefully I will be able to find a way to explain soon. To distract you from your curiosity, I’ll tell you a story that my sister might very well disown me for sharing.
When Dokey and I were young she had a favorite blanket. I’m sure it had a name but I don’t recall that fact at this moment. She would carry that blanket around everywhere. After time it began to pill. Sometimes she would pluck at the little balls of fluff peppering the fabric. She’d take the fluff between her fingers and softly rub it against her nose. Back and forth. Back and forth. Then, when no one was looking, she’d take that little fluff and pop it in her mouth.
Yes. My sister ate fluff.
We used to tell her, in an effort to deter her fluff feeding, that if she keep swallowing all those tiny balls of fluff eventually she would have a big ball of fluff in her belly. Scare tactic! Alas, I don’t think that worked as we had hoped.
That fluff, man, it’s some addictive stuff.
I never ate fluff, personally. Or boogers. Or coins. Or bugs. I didn’t even like eating over at other people’s houses because I thought they had cooties. I was a very . . . particular child. I am sure my Mom could tell you stories but too bad for you, she doesn’t have a blog.