Strange Days, Indeed

I'm laying on the Jamaica Plain couch. I've been here all week. It is raining outside, was that thunder? Yep. There is a big black purring kitten on my chest who keeps fuckin' up my computering. Computing? Interwebbing.
Yesterday I went to ride on a ferris wheel at the Topsfield Fair. I was by myself. They put me in a basket with a grandpa with a ponytail and leather jacket and a grandson with short blond hair, a redsox shirt, and funny loose/missing/crooked/little kid teeth. Both were afraid of heights, but I wasn't sure if either of them were feigning it to fool the other. It was pointed out that we were in basket #13. I wasn't afraid.
I had a strong sense of the sheer absurdity of life on that ferris wheel.