Last week I had a really boring week.
It's not that nothing happened. I accomplished some things. Just nothing of major significance.
The most interesting things that happened:
* I was in the car on my way to some errands, and my friend Rebecca called my cell.
"Look to your right," she said.
I did, and she was in the lane next to me, waving.
* I saw a bug on my living room wall, and I grabbed a shoe to kill it. And then I realized it was not a bug but a nail in the wall.
I'm not sure what to make of this, but it worries me. Usually I'm a magnet of weird-dom, whether it's people taking the wrong carriage at Market Basket or just being general dicks.
Hopefully the cycle will be reversed soon.