The Odds

• I awoke the other morning to the sound of a woman screaming in terror.  My heart raced as I bolted upright in my bed, automatically glancing at the clock across the room, its green LED numbers burning in the darkness.  The awful sound repeated, then abruptly stopped. I have no idea where the sound came from nor how far away it was, but it didn’t sound all that close. Nevertheless, it was an odd and disturbing moment, and I couldn’t fall back to sleep immediately, but lay there, my brain racing with possibilities. Still don’t know what it was about.
• Just finished reading Odd Hours by Dean Koontz.  One of the best in the Odd Thomas series so far.
• Have finally stopped obsessing thinking so much about the new condo.  This week, I drew up an electronic diagram of the place so that I could work on the potential feng shui of the place.  Found out that the building and the condo itself are perfectly situated, according to all the feng shui information I read.  Got the entire color scheme figured out and will work with the furniture placement once we actually take up residence.  Now there’s nothing to do but wait for the lender to process the mountain of paperwork.  What are the odds that they’ll get it done in a timely manner?
• Found an odd website yesterday that suggested that none of us may be the astrological sign we think we are.  Why?  Because of the earth’s wobble.  The sight suggests that because of the slight wobble in its rotation, the sign we think we might’ve been born with isn’t really the one that’s assigned to us at birth.  It suggested that I was actually born a Taurus, and not Gemini.  However, looking into the information more deeply, I found that the site was full of bull-puckey.  I don’t fit any of the Taurean characteristics.  Doh!  Can’t remember the URL of the site, but if I find it, I’ll post it.

(here is the link: www.truestarsign.com)

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