Seriously.

Sometimes I feel like someone is watching me from the dining room when I'm in the kitchen. I stare back, but I don't see anything.

Sometimes we'll hear noises over our daughter's baby monitor, even when all residents of the house (including the dog) are together downstairs.

Finally, one morning after my wife left for work I was still in bed. I'd hit snooze "just one more time" and was lying ther in bed when someone smacked me on the shoulder. Well, that was surprising. Our toddler was still in bed, the infant was, well, she's an infant. The dog was downstairs. So who smacked me on the shoulder? I figured it was time to get up.

So far, no bad things have happened. And, really, how dangerous will a ghost who wants you to get your day started be?

Still, it's weird.

In junior high (that's what they were called then) in the 80s, I was a fairly hight tech guy. Heck, even through college and after I was on top of all the toys, knew what all the acronyms stood for, knew all the cool stuff I wanted and why I wanted it even if I couldn't afford it. Now...not so much. I guess I reached an age where what had was good enough and other aspects of my life became more important.

So, anyway. Here's my blog. Now, who will read?