This week has been strange.
Strange in that I ran three times and didn’t fall down once, but I tripped and almost fell walking to the train.
Strange in that I rode home one evening on the train with someone who was obviously struggling with a mental disorder – and even stranger that someone called the police to deal with the situation (she really was just talking loudly and randomly), making us all arrive home late.
Strange in that a teenager in our neighborhood (suspicions abound as to whom, but proof is not in hand) drew a male part on my driver’s side window in shoe polish…and then felt the need to write out what the drawing was, in case I couldn’t recognize it. (Have some confidence in your drawing skills already!)
What could the weekend possibly have in store for us? Maybe I shouldn’t ask.