"and they lived in an old apartment

with an old boa constrictor named Ted who slept in a cage by the window.

there was a mattress and a clock on the wall that was once grandmother's before she passed."



this is the phrase to which I awoke this morning in my mind. odd? yes.

I got some blades, rollerblades and they make me want to read books about birds. I don't know why. odd? yes.


These two odd thoughts define this morning and if all things go as they usually do, in sets of three, I will have one more odd thought before lunch.