Physics, Fiorella-style

It's finally happened--Fiorella has slipped into an alternate universe.

As usual, Husband went off to work before Fio had quite awakened.  As usual, Sonia Dog begged for a bone and a treat.  As usual, Fio adjusted the thermostats and brought in the paper.  As usual, she raised the front room shades by pulling on the back cord.

But when she tried to raise the den shade by pulling on the front cord--as usual--the shade went further down rather than going up.

Yes, it had reversed itself overnight.

And if that doesn't prove string theory, nothing will.

Slipping Sideways

I'm still living in the same house, still loving the same family, and still working for the same company, which the mortgage, the pictures on the wall, and my pay stubs indicate I've been doing for years, but I have a feeling that things have changed a lot since that asteroid swooped by us last week.  It's weird because, as far as I know, Prince William is still married to Duchess Pippa, and Mitt Romney is still president of the American Commonwealth.

Odd, though.  When I caught a ride on a hansom cab to the vacuum tube transportation station this morning, I noticed its see-screen wasn't working and I had  this flash of memory---didn't we used to have a similar device that used electricity rather than batteries--tell-vision or something?

See?  That's the sort of thing I mean.  Am I crazy or what?