One would think that I, someone who claims to easily recognize patterns, would have twigged to the fact long before now, that if Easter is on the calendar, so is the full moon.
And that if things are going slightly askew, if I am having difficulty sleeping, then usually, la bella luna is involved.
But still, today I was surprised to see images of the moonrise in my social media feed.
Ah. That explains it. That explains the cats’ heightened state of touchiness, fussiness, grouchiness. (Or perhaps I project?)
That explains the string of 4 AM risings and subsequent zombie states that even cup after cup of caffeine cannot touch.
That explains the unsettled feeling, the spring fever itchiness, the frustration that there’s still too damn much snow on the ground!
I suppose it could also explain the visit to the house by a plainclothes police officer.
“Ma’am? A few questions, ma’am. Have you noticed anything unusual on your street lately? We are investigating the discovery of human remains on the walking trails.”
The name of the deceased has not yet been released. But a young man has been missing since March 24th.
Suddenly my problems seem a tad overblown.
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