Let's flash back, shall we? Go here. What we were scrying for is happening. I'm hopping around ticking off to-do's while listening to an album that still gives me chills in its entirety over and over. Other than that, today seems dedicated to building itself up into a normality crescendo - it's strangely too calm, y'all. And the fact that a Stone Roses reunion has been announced at the same time Casa Didgeridoo has drifted into one of these strangely too calm periods does not bode well for normality lasting out the day.
Why do I say that? Well - Didigeridoo Boy has an earache, noseache, and throatache. He is not a happy camper, and has made a burrito of himself in his favorite blanket in highly indignant protest. Totsi the Dog and I are staying out of the way while Jupiter Jones sits over Didge, staring at the spot where an ear might be under the mass of snuffling pillows and zebra-striped blanket that is his daddy. I would take a picture and post it, but Didge is good at retaliation - winding up online looking an absolute eyesore isn't my idea of cool. When the kitten isn't sitting and staring at where Didge's ear might be, he's crouching and hiding in the foyer.
And it's happening when The Stone Roses announce a reunion. This is too almighty a convergence to not have some significance.
I'm sitting, waiting, with the video camera ready to go.
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