Marty and I were sitting at our computer desks, each lost in our work. The house is totally silent. When all of a sudden, our bedroom oil lamp crashes to the floor, and our Boston runs from the room terrified!
We both jump up to go see, and my oil lamp didn't just fall. It was hurled about three feet away, against a wall. I picked up the light and checked for broken pieces as Marty got some cleaner for the oil that was now running down my wall. Neither of us spoke, other than Marty asking me if the lamp was broken.(It wasn't.) So we cleaned up, and both went back to our computers. Is this normal? This is everyday life for us. And just tonight, I realized how unemotional we are when something like this occurs.It was just bizarre, to "step outside" for a moment, and notice that this is actually our lives now.............(Not sure how I feel about that.)
