The Most Depressing Day and Visiting Ghosts
According to researchers, January 22 is the most depressing day of the entire year. When factoring in things like time since the festive Christmas season, the pressing need to get things done vs. the time that has been spent putting these things off, the time since resolutions were made and undoubtedly broken, the need to pay January bills for which the January pay has not yet arrived, and, of course, the ubiquitous Christmas debts. Add to this (for me, anyway), how dark it is in the morning and the ice on the street outside the front door. Well, ...
Anyway, I'm NOT depressed. Things are good. Mom is visiting, hubby has a new, really good job, my schedule is very light the next two weeks because the kids are between semesters and I had an awesome weekend.
Last night, my Belgian, who for those who don't know them, is a very sensitive breed of dog, was lying in the living room in his usual spot at the bottom of the stairs and all of a sudden he gets up and trots into the kitchen, all the while checking out his back end and trotting and looking behind him and this didn't stop. Obviously something spooked him. He wouldn't go back in the living room all night. Well, we are all speculating, even my husband, whose fancy doesn't run to these areas, that perhaps he sensed or saw a ghost. What do we know about what goes on around us that we can't sense?
Anyway, I'm NOT depressed. Things are good. Mom is visiting, hubby has a new, really good job, my schedule is very light the next two weeks because the kids are between semesters and I had an awesome weekend.
Last night, my Belgian, who for those who don't know them, is a very sensitive breed of dog, was lying in the living room in his usual spot at the bottom of the stairs and all of a sudden he gets up and trots into the kitchen, all the while checking out his back end and trotting and looking behind him and this didn't stop. Obviously something spooked him. He wouldn't go back in the living room all night. Well, we are all speculating, even my husband, whose fancy doesn't run to these areas, that perhaps he sensed or saw a ghost. What do we know about what goes on around us that we can't sense?