The Two Truths

I woke up today.

The story of it is both bizarre and interesting. Perhaps it holds for you one of two truths. I’ll not say which ones.

Perhaps I believe that there are two truths and only two truths. If that were the case I’d probably capitalize both of them — in the interest of doing what I’m not certain.

I woke up and I recall doing it in the way of I know I saw a red digital clock today and I know it read 3:33. I took this to mean it was daytime, versus night, as there was quite a bit of light coming through the window above the dishpan, in my house a window which faces West.

I immediately decided to go to The Polka Dot diner.

This, then, was unusual. It is not like me to:

1. Wake up at 3:33pm (the afternoon?! Wait…what happened the previous night?)
2. Decide to run off to a diner two miles away and eat something other than the standard fare at the bullhorn residence.

Ah…I remember…

[fast forward, fast forward, codes, bike, chain, grease. Prince William Sound.]

Lonely seat by the window. {hmmm…something’s wrong here…no, wait there are the butterflies. Lots of colors, but definitely at least 3 or 4 blue ones. Morphos. Great story! Two more are on my hat while I’m sitting in the Polka Dot diner.

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