11/25/2023

Something I texted Leah.

Listen, yesterday in the early evening around 4 p.m. I took a shower. While I was showering I heard something clatter. I peeked out of the curtain and saw a picture on the floor. It was right next to the little wire rack with your books and face down.
I thought while showering I bonked something through the curtain which was on the sink, but no.
When I got out and shuffled on the towel to pick it up, the picture was your father. The one where he's wearing the flag.

I have no idea how it fell because I know I was nowhere near it.
Also it is not broken. All is well.
Just a strange moment.
Thank you.

The aforementioned photo is seven feet away from the shower. It's on a high shelf that cats have never jumped upon. It's very weird and I reckon, short of it having been precariously balanced by Leah's cleaning woman, a ghost was responsible.

I am housesitting to watch over the cats. I was told to sleep on the couch but that lasted about three hours. I'm too old and creaky to sleep on a couch. So I migrated into the master bedroom. I dreamt of people who knew me when I lived here coming to view me like it was a wake.
I distinctly recall there was a white ceiling fan with a white, ceramic body. The only white ceiling fan I know of is back at the penthouse in Jackson but it looks nothing like the one in my dream. This one's light cover was very round, had four holes along the edge, nor was it shaking as the blades spun about.
Later, closer to waking I dreamt I was fighting North Koreans at night. One of their commanders saw me, started shouting at me and I fully expected him to slap me like a stereotypical Asian military commander. Instead he ordered me to sit in an anti-aircraft gun, covered in petroleum, and to keep firing at my allies so they would kill me.

Footnote: When I woke, I was very aware of my body. When I rolled to sit up on the side of the bed then stood, I felt my butthole had stuck the sheets against it. Not because of poo but because I'm fat and areas sweat.