Alright, I know this may sound crazy, but I think there's a ghost in my house, and it's making it hard to get to sleep at night.
I guess, if pressed to think about it, I would say that I believe in ghosts, in an abstract sort of way. It doesn't seem impossible, that, in all the billions of people who have died on this planet, potentially a few may be hanging around.
Lately, my cat Sophie has taken to standing at the end of the hallway by my bedroom and bellow-meowing up at the ceiling in a mixture of outrage and alarm. I've tried looking out from the space in-between her ears, as some ghost stories say you should, but I still can't see any ghosties.
It's kind of freaking me out though. I lay in bed for a while every night, thinking that I can see things moving in the darkness.
Anyone else experiencing this?
In other news, I have joined the Clapotis craze, and am working it with Brooks Farm yummy Harmony Berry Sundae . Delish, and it's kind of exhilarating to drop stitches on purpose.