Who Dat?

You know I believe in the existence of ghosts; well, things have been turned up a notch lately.  Let me know what you think, it helps balance life out.  The other night, something woke me, vibrating against my left cheek.  I wear a CPAP mask these days, with a chin strap to help hold my mouth closed (wisecracks welcome); somehow the chinstrap was being pulled down and away from my mouth, wiggle wiggle.  Was I frightened? No.  It felt like someone was making an adjustment, just that it wasn't me.

Who knows why, it was a gesture almost as if the blankets were being tucked up by a loving parent, and why this sort of thing happens is beyond me.  It doesn't change anything, except my doubt of personal sanity and besides, reality hardly exists anymore anyways, with all these real world budget cuts and complaints by crooks and nitwits preserving their high falutin' jobs anyhow.

I think I said "knock it off" to whatever, and it stopped.  With the chin strap, that would have sounded like "Nod id uff," but the message was clear.  Because so much ethereal else has happened lately, I have gained more of a sense of humor about it compared to being frightened but that doesn't mean I'm inviting anyone over for ectoplasmic tea.  Go find something else to do, leave me alone.  Don't you have a few purgatorial courses to get through?  Skedaddle.  Git.  The power of Christ compels you to hit the road.  Few exceptions, like Mom, but I don't get the feeling she's hanging around, I imagine she's busy with other things and knows that I'm okay.

Maybe I'm too porky about the alleged visits, and should welcome them as friendly drop-ins.  It's the unknowing of who is who that bothers me, combined with the why of it all.  I have seen long-gone cats out of the corner of my eye, and felt their presence near me or on me, wherever their preferred place was while here.  That sort of event is much easier to understand than a strangely timed wiggle here and there. What do I know?  If you cross the street when you see me coming, I understand.  Completely.

It's later than I like but the writing itch was energetic and industrious today.  I played hooky from half of the vacuuming and cleaning the fish, but will catch up tomorrow.  Dear tomorrow, see you soon, don't be in too much of a hurry to get here.  I will be bright and on task, and will toss only one entry into the maw.  Tomorrow.  What a nice word.  See you then, be at peace.