It’s Friday the 13th. For most of the day, thunder has rumbled overhead and rain has pattered lightly on the tin roof. It’s been a strange day.
I woke up this morning to find a dead blackbird on the porch. It felt ominous. I buried it in the soft earth and said a few kind words before I went back inside.
Later, I dropped by my local post office to pick up the mail. The moment I pulled back into the driveway, I got another text from AusPost. There was more mail to collect. Somehow, another delivery had come through in the one-hundred and twenty seconds it took me to drive home with a car full of boxes. The shopkeeper looked entirely confused when I wandered back in.
Later, I went to make lunch and discovered that a large black house spider with a frankly intimidating pair of fangs had moved into my sourdough bag.
Is the universe pulling a prank, or have I done something to upset the balance?
Still not sure.