Sometimes my imagination and the RW collide in weird ways.
I have been re-reading the Tower series by el Steven King. I have reached the final book – in fact, stayed up way too late last night with the reader’s conundrum….”Just one more page, one more chapter. Then I’ll put it down!”
At 2, I finally wrested myself away from the damn book and got to sleep. *snurgle, snuggle, whuffle, wheeeeeeeeeeeze*
ALARM: Blat! Blat!
CAT: Blat! BLAT!
At any rate, got me and the Girlie up. Hygiened and dressed. Out the door. Down to car. And here is where the reality of this world and my admittedly overactive imagination smacked together. Behind my car a hopscotch grid was chalked, surrounded by stars, comets and caged planets. Let me tell you, that sucker stopped me cold for a second. I shook it off after a few and came into work. But what are the odds, man?*
* – probably pretty good, actually. But still. I thought about looking around for a sign that if there would likely read “Have you seen our cat? Her fur changes color every so often but she is a good cat. Goes by the name “mare”! Reward if found!”