I think I've lost my damn mind. Isn't 27 too young for that? Eeesh.
The first indication was that I couldn't find my camera when I packed for New Orleans. Only three weeks earlier, I charged the battery for my trip to San Diego, but minutes before I left for the airport, I took it out of my purse, knowing that I'd probably use my phone for quick photos. I still haven't found the camera. Strike one.
I also forgot to mail the graduation cards I bought for two of my closest friends who finished graduate school. Caitlin and Cory, I'm sorry! I'm proud of you both, but sending the cards now feels more lame than forgetting to send them before I went on my trip. Strike two.
And then at work I somehow volunteered myself to call all 101 of our patients every month. I say somehow, because the words spilled out of my mouth before I had time to think. Truth be told, it is the most efficient change we could make to our current system, but I just offered it up like it was a free puppy. Strike three.
Strike three, you're out, right? Wrong. My mind played the worst kind of trick on me the other night. We typically spend the evenings in the living room with our laptops in tow. I stayed up until the wee hours of the night, long after Mr. TBS went to bed. I resumed my place on the couch with an episode of Ellen on low volume and my blog e-mail on high volume. 11:00pm. 12:00am. 12:30am. The window. I saw something move past the window, no more than ten feet away from me! Was that a person?! Was that a reflection from the TV? Am I crazy?
And then I did something unexpected. My first instinct was to pretend like I didn't see anything. The reason? If it really was a person lurking around, I didn't want them to know that I saw him. At the rate of approximately 12 gazillion thoughts per minute, I thought about nonchalantly turning off the lamp to pretend I was going to bed. Then, I would peek through all the windows around the house to see if I could spot the person in case I needed to identify them later. Then, I thought about how quickly I could do all of that before I woke up Mr. TBS. Evidently, for a split second, I thought I was going to catch the Peeping Tom and serve up an order of justice. Yup, I've lost it.
It is very clear now that I've watched 1,000 too many crime investigation shows. This happened all because of a twisted mind trick.
All tricks aside, my mind is at peace on this Saturday afternoon. My husband is napping in the bedroom, Amelie is dozing off by the (burglar sighting) window, and Boone is basking in the delight of a belly rub.
"Veronica Mars" on the tube. Feet up on the ottoman. Stillness in the house. Ahhhh, yes. Saturday afternoon.