Strange Days Indeed

Although it's still only 7:30 in the morning, I'm a bit concerned how the rest of this foggy Tuesday is going to unfold.  I startled out of a terrifying shark-filled dream this morning at 5:30 for my early morning run, only to rush downstairs and find the mudroom drenched in dog vomit.  I papered that over--insufficiently--then threw myself into my car, to arrive late for a 5:45 run with my ever-punctual running partner.  Then, as we were picking our way down Cherokee Boulevard in the dead black night that is East Tennessee's dawn, a creepy runner dude emerged quickly and silently from the darkness behind my right shoulder--like a ninja assailant, I swear to you--causing me to shout in alarm and grab my running partner's arm.  Which, in turn, caused her to scream, then dissolve into a string of expletives.  Creepy runner dude then ran right past us without saying a word, apparently oblivious to (or really just plain OK) with the fact that he'd freaked the everloving #$@* out of two other human beings.  Now I'm back in my kitchen, contemplating the mudroom mess that remains, wondering if it's safe to continue with my day.

TUESDAYS.

On the bright side, the sequel to The Passage comes out today. Also, I just ordered a whole bunch of ping-pong balls to feed my current craze for table tennis.  And it's a short week, with Fall Break on Thursday and Friday.  So, I'm going to focus on the positive as I work my way through the rest of this ominous Tuesday.  One tentative step at a time.

ADDENDUM:  In my haste to close out an online transaction, I accidentally ordered two hardcover copies of the sequel to The Passage.  Also, there's a dead raccoon in the road.  Are these things related?  (adjusts tinfoil hat).  I'm really not sure.