Blink...not the crappy band.

Something is amiss today.  Every morning that I turn the corner on the block of the building and forget how to walk; I know I am in store for something.  Two weeks ago, I forgot how to walk and later that day, I fell and suffered mass trauma to my ass. 

The above was written right before noon.  At 12:46pm I saw on caller ID a missed call from my neighbor at 12:06pm.  I called her knowing that it was not good.  Our cat, George W, was killed and was left lying in the middle of the road.  The neighborhood kids found him. My sweet neighbor picked him up and took him to our vet.

I think that we all have a 6th sense, if we really pay attention to detail, that is.  In a blink of an eye, your brain takes in so much information, it is insane.  That gut feeling...it is really in the brain.  I can size up any new employee in a heartbeat or anyone for that matter. I can pick up their personality after a couple conversations in spite of what is on the outside.  Take my friend Heather, I knew that she was a bitch from the get go.  She practically had it wrapped around her like a sash in a pageant and when she mentioned that she had been in the Army, I pretty much knew that she was a bad-ass and would throw away one of my gloves after a small spat.

Thankfully, I do not have to turn the corner on the block, tomorrow.  Happy Friday.