Today is shap­ing up to be a rather inter­est­ing day.  I woke up sur­pris­ingly early and sud­denly with one thought on my mind, well, two actu­ally.  The first was a dull back­ground thought, match­ing the headache, and was in fact about said headache.  It was some­thing along the lines of “ow.”  The sec­ond thought was a bit more promi­nent — the real­iza­tion that every­one gave me cash last night that I attempted to turn down when I put every­thing on my card (because most of the expense was my food), but I believe I acci­den­tally left it on the table.  I think the server girl pulled a “dum­b­ass error in your favor” card from the Com­mu­nity Chest and con­se­quently got a rather nice tip.

This morn­ing, I noticed a stain on the ceil­ing.  From the cat.  I had a fire in the fire­place this morn­ing that even­tu­ally burned down to lit­tle embers and both cats sat star­ing into the fire­place, com­pletely hyp­no­tized, until well after it burned out.  The fire­place has been cold for about an hour now and The Pre­cious is still intently star­ing into it and some­times mak­ing lit­tle meows or chirp­ing noises.  I have no idea if she is wait­ing for the embers to reap­pear, if she sees some­thing else in there, or is just freak­ing out over her reflection. 

The truly weird expe­ri­ence this morn­ing was while I was shav­ing.  With shav­ing cream on my face and a razor hav­ing been under the faucet for a good num­ber of sec­onds, the water sud­denly and unex­pect­edly turned red.  My first thought was not quite “OMG WTF is that???”  It was more along the lines of “hmmm.…” with an accom­pa­ny­ing fur­rowed brow.  The next thought was “is that com­ing from the razor?  Was there blood of some kind in there that sud­denly rinsed free?  I am not bleed­ing.”  The next thought was “is that rust com­ing from the water pipe?  I have seen rust in the water before, and I do not remem­ber it being quite that shade of red.”  This was fol­lowed up with “you know, I am rins­ing my razor in that.”  As sud­denly as it appeared, the color van­ished.  The whole con­fus­ing expe­ri­ence lasted only a few seconds.

About a minute later, try­ing not to lis­ten to Car Talk, try­ing to shave an ornery tuft of hair on my chin, I looked down and saw the water turn red-pink again, this time sans razor.  “Well, at least it's not my razor.”  Again, it only lasted a scarce few of seconds.

I guess this whole odd story should have been pref­aced (or fore­shad­owed?) by the fact that Kim did some clean­ing in the bath­room last week and was con­fused by the lit­tle spots of “blood” on the floor.  It was only hair dye.  …OR WAS IT???  I thought I had cleaned it all off the floor the night that I re-dyed my roots.

So who knows.  Maybe it was all smoke and mir­rors, dye and rust.  Maybe it was a brush with some­thing strange and oth­er­worldly, local­ized in the bath­room.  I am not going to lose any sleep over it until the walls start bleed­ing or strangers stare back at me in the mirrors.

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