I wonder, was this the same person who -- when I put on an upbeat first movement of a Mozart concerto at home last night while one of my babies was colouring -- took over his mouth and mind and asked for "something sadder, please, Mommy, it helps me colour better"? (I know my little tiny baby could not possibly yet have developed the depth and personality to have acquired such distinct taste in music already. Could he have?)
I have reason to believe that this person also tampered with my calendar, for when I looked at it the other day, the date alleged that my dear husband and I, who just met yesterday while teaching grade 6 together, had been married for ten years, and that my mother, who just last week was sending me off to the corner store to buy cigarettes for my grandmother had in fact been dead for 16 years!!!
It would appear that, despite ample warning from all those around me, I seem to have not appreciated just how quickly time marches on.