I was having a very geeky moment this morning, so I apologise in advance to any readers who are not Doctor Who fans, you might not get some of what I'm talking about today.
"Oh the weather outside is frightful..." indeed, it is April 11 and this is the road report for the highway I drive every morning:
Then I had a thought: What if I've had an encounter with The Silence, and the Doctor has rescued me but we've gone back in time and it actually is November. The calendar is wrong because the crack in Amy Pond's wall has gotten bigger and the relationship between space and time is even more fragile than before?
If you're still reading, you've probably caught up to where my next thought went: Impossible, if I had an encounter with The Silence, I wouldn't remember. And there would be a lot more weirdness going on, and probably some creepy background music. So instead of searching around calling out "Doctor? Doctor?" I finished getting ready for work, bundled Ian up and ventured out into the snow.
Maybe it's because I'm "getting old," or because it seems my memory has been somehow distorted after having Ian, but I don't really remember having a lot of imaginary friends growing up. Yet somehow this morning I almost wanted to be living in the fantasy world of one of my favourite TV shows. I think it has to do with this lingering winter weather. Next week marks our 6th month with snow on the ground! But never fear, I have a lot of spring inspired fabrics in my stash, and even if the weather is not cooperating I can add some colour to our home.
Until next time...