What’s *your* soundtrack?

Life should come with a soundtrack. If it did, I most definitely would have been hearing the Twilight Zone theme song in the background of my day today. Right off the bat this morning, we left the house on our way to school and work, and we passed a man jogging down Route 1 carrying a torch. Yes, an actual torch. On fire.

A half a mile later, we pass a huge buzzard sitting by the side of the road. Come to think of it, I hope that jogger is ok. He was headed in that direction.

At work, there is a plexiglass window that separates my office from the next. Shortly after arriving at work, I look through the window and notice that one of the computers in the other office has a browser open to the page on my web site – my personal site – where I have posted the novel-length story that I wrote a few years ago. No one seems to know who opened the browser or who was looking at the page. I have no idea how they would even know about the site in the first place. (Shameless self-promotion: Here’s the page! )

Let’s see, what else…Well, my mother was online in the middle of the day, but she’s retired now, so I suppose I have to get used to her popping on at odd times.

There was more weirdness from the teenager, though I suppose that at this point weird is the norm, and I shouldn’t worry about it unless she suddenly starts acting like a normal human being. She – and by she I mean the person who 6 months ago would have looked at you as if you’d just suggested that she dig out her own liver with a sherbet spoon and eat it if you dared to serve her so much as a single lettuce leaf – not only asked me completely out of the blue this afternoon if she could have a salad with dinner, but asked if she could make it herself as well! Who is this stranger in my house??

To go along with our salads, we stopped at the store on the way home and picked up a pound of steamed shrimp. As I read the label, however, I learned that this was no ordinary shrimp. This shrimp was Farm Grown, said so right on the label. Funny, I don’t remember Old MacDonald singing about the shrimp on his farm, and if he had, what sound would they make?

That’s pretty much it for the freakshow today. I finally finished watching Under the Tuscan Sun this evening – hey, cut me some slack, I’ve only had it since the beginning of March! – and now I want to go to Italy. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

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