I think I saw a timetraveler in the library today. Straight out of 1992. I look through old yearbooks; I would know. The first clue was the haircut, but what sealed it was the stack of books open in on the desk in front of him with no cell phone, laptop, or ipod in sight. It gave me the reverse-creeps.
Also today I saw three dirty silver earrings ground into the pavement under my feet as I walked to and from work. One was a four leaf clover, one was a daisy, and the third was a tiny round loop. This may be a portent but it's probably not.
Just like the other brisk slap I received today, a return to the drawing board, a change of key signature. It is so much littler than I think it is. All will be well. Eventually.
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