I think the fact that Batty and I have been in the same state for the last few weeks has made that rip in the cosmic fabric of reality that fractures open when we’re together worse than usual. (We haven’t actually seen one another since I haven’t really been out and about, but she’s been working mere miles from my house, so I think it counts). And it would explain so many things…Like why we have a breakfast food item that resembles young Robert De Niro.

This morning I informed Husband that he couldn’t cook one of the eggs in the fridge because I’d named it Travis Bickle. The scary part of the story is not that I was naming our food (which I, as a rule, don’t do). The scary part isn’t even that I think one of our eggs looks like something other than, well, an egg. The scary part is that Husband knew exactly which egg I was talking about.

Now I will return to quietly mourning the untimely cancellation of Justice which was a terrible, terrible show, but starred the fabulous Victor Garber. Hey, wait a minute – the FOX site says episodes will resume November 1st. Hmmmmmmm.