There are times when I think my hobbit house has a life of its own when I'm not around. I just came in after a short afternoon outing, and I swear either someone was here or this place came to life while I was out. The mail slot was open, which I know it wasn't when I left, a couple of papers on my desk were on the floor (coulda been the Beest)... but nothing's missing and nothing's really amiss. It's weird, it just feels like something went on when I was out. Or someone was here. Ya know that feeling?
And I just had a flurry of phone calls. So many people in transition. People leaving jobs, people wondering what they'll do next, people having issues at work and with those in their lives. It seems the Year of Living on Edge has bled into a Spring of Uncertainty. So very much uproar and discontent going around. I have no answers. I listen, commiserate, then sit and worry about everyone.
Thank gods for AlkaSeltzer.
The pix I ordered from the concert arrived. Even the most puzzling of days holds little niceties. I'll get a set together for Strider and send her a small surprise.
Me, I'm going to sink into this old wingchair, put something engrossing but meaningless on the idiotbox and hope for the best.