Once Upon a Midnight Dreary...

Ok ok...so it's not midnight yet. It's just 6pm. But this day has been grody. To the max, even. Makes me want to do absolutely nothing. Which is pretty much what I've accomplished today. I slept in for the first time in ages (yes, I got up to feed the heathens, but promptly crawled back into bed). And by slept in, I mean laid in bed for a couple of extra hours and listened to the rain. Along with lots of other noises, some discernible, some not.

I'm beginning to think my apartment might have a lost soul trapped here. Having two cats, I am used to hearing the click, click, clicking of their nails on the floor as they wander around. Or do that crazy cat thing where they chase ghosts or some other unseen being at lightning speed throughout the apartment. This morning both of my children zoomed sporadically around the place for over an hour. One minute they would be sitting still, the next the would bolt out of the bedroom at mach 1 and do laps around the furniture before returning to the bed. Sit still for two minutes and then take off again. If I weren't aware of what was going on, I would expect to come into the living room and see books floating in the air and window treatments opening and closing themselves. The oddest part to me is that just as suddenly as it started, it ended. As if they had performed an exorcism and the beast had been removed. Leaving me lying in the bed with two sleeping masses of fur, while I huddled under the comforter wondering if I dared to to leave the room, for fear that might actually see Casper or one of his not so friendly friends.

Now if anyone needs me, I'll be looking up Jennifer love Hewatt's number. The Ghost Whisperer seems more reliable than the Ghost Busters. I'm just saying...