I think the universe is currently out of whack and trying to right itself.  I have received several unusual correspondence in the past few days-- “unusual” in the sense of being unexpected and out of the blue.  As if people are thinking about me whom I don’t expect to be thinking about me.  Not that I don’t think people think about me, but I don’t think people think about me more than they think about other things like, say, government rebate checks or what to have for breakfast.  So, to be thought about and then have someone send a note or what not, it is surprising.  Mostly surprising in a nice way.

This universe out of alignment theory suggests I am somehow responsible for realigning it.  Of course, I go from being rather humble in saying I don’t expect people to think about me (especially people who don’t see me often-- or at all) to accepting responsibility for righting the universe.  Ah, the dichotomy!  Perhaps it’s only my universe that is out of order, hence the need for me to be the one to re-establish the balance.  Yes, perhaps that is it.  But I have heard others say their universe is out of order, too.  (Hence, some of the correspondence.)

I have commented more than once in the past week that, whatever task I take on next, I would like to wear a cape.  (Alison prefers sexy socks.) I don’t know why, but righting the universe (even if it’s only my universe) just seems to scream “cape.” Plus, people kind of have to believe I’m serious about saving the universe if I’m wearing a cape, right?  (But not one of those floor-length ones I’ll trip over-- I prefer one of those mid-thigh capes that will flow behind me as I dash around.)

I’m cool with being the superhero of my own universe.  How about you? 

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