I think I’ve been dumped into some kind of wierdness vortex the past day or so.

It’s not bad. Life is still good. But, it seems like large swaths of my life are just a degree or two off plumb. Not quite right.

I’m not even going to try to explain, but some wierd stuff has been happening, even if it’s small wierd stuff, it’s still a little disconcerting.

I would say disgruntled, but I’ve never been gruntled, so I won’t use that word.

So I went into hiding today.

I really haven’t answered phones, text messages or emails all day. Didn’t go anywhere much except the grocery and ate at home. When I did go out, like to Starbucks and briefly to the Paseo, I hid out in corners and drank a little coffee and moved on. I’m hoping that being a moving target will dampen the wierdness doppler effect.

I wrote letters today. Not emails or anything like that. Honest to goodness handwriting on stationary that goes into the U.S. Mails just as old school as it gets. Even used an old fashioned fountain pen.

I get so much crap in my mailbox. Bills and throwaways. That’s it.

Don’t you LOVE getting a card or a letter? Something personal in the mail from a real person you might want to actually hear from?

It makes my whole day.

Got one the other day from The Gary.

I would have jumped up and down and skipped around with joy, but I’m too old and sedentary for that kind of display. It wouldn’t be my “look”, would it?

I realized no one gets such missives because no one sends them.

So, I buckled down and wrote some letters. Maybe it will inspire others. Maybe many of us could get cards and letters and short notes of greetings. Something that doesn’t require me to buy a matched pen set or a kitchen appliance, if you don’t mind.

I was just looking at Diatribe 101 and Kat with a K’s Mom is trying her wings. YOU GO, GRRRL!!!!

Mcarp has hit the 156 milestone over at 3:40 a.m.

Oklahoma beat K State by a narrow margin.

There is normalcy out there. I looked around and I’m pretty sure (PIMP JAY! ) there’s normalcy around me.

I just happen to be in a little sliver of time/space where there are car wrecks before my eyes and “ghosts” from my past and chance encounters with Eros. It’s a little confusing, but there it is. What’s a guy to do?

Hide.

Well, that’s what I did, even if it’s not what you’d do.

Shut up.