Sometimes I think life is just a string of strange moments.

One day last week as I was heading off to hell… er… work, there was this little stuffed bear sitting on the stairs of my apartment building. Where did it come from? Why was it sitting there all three inches tall and cuddly? Was there some little kid somewhere missing it? These were my questions.

Then I had a tired day, one of those where you just kind of sit there staring into space, because having a thought is way too much effort. So, I took a twenty minute power nap. This wasn’t really bizarre, but, since I never, ever take naps, it felt bizarre.

Earlier this week, I actually got up on time one morning. This, in and of itself, is a remarkable phenomenon. Since I had extra time, I thought I would do some yoga in the morning instead of the afternoon. That way I could get started on my unhealthy habit of three early evening cups of coffee more promptly upon my return from work. So, I go to my TV and Exercise-on-demand decides it doesn’t want to work that early in the morning, preventing me from completing my early morning workout mission. This has a deeper meaning, I’m pretty sure. I just haven’t figured out exactly what that is yet.