Delusions of Gander

I am a pretty hopeful person. Or delusional. I never can tell. Which brings up other questions, because it is a tangential sort of day.

Does a delusional person know they are delusional? If you know that you are delusional, are you still delusional?

As many people out there who are diagnosed with autism, maybe they are the 'normals' now. Genetic shifts happen all the time, you know! Or is that just MY family tree? Moving on...

I am getting used to the idea that cats are very punctual. Every morning at 6am, ALL of the cats are waiting for me to get up and feed them. Even the feral ones are sitting on my back step, waiting. I'd give them a key, but then I'd have to give them the code for the house alarm.

Tonight at soccer practice the father of one of the girls on Zane's team apologized to me. He told me that she had only just turned three, and he seemed a bit embarrassed. I thought that was kind of sad. You never hear dads making excuses for their sons in sporting events.

If one more person posts that "Facebook will begin charging" rumor, I am going to scream. Just letting you know right now. I am a loud screamer--you may be able to hear me.