My cat stole my blanket.
Aliens made me sleepy.
I place things on counters diagonally.
These are the things that happened to me today.
I was reading on my bed. My bed is against a wall and under my window. I got a little chilly so I pulled a wool blanket over myself. It was on my bed the whole time I'd been sitting there. My cat was comfortably curled up on my duvet cover. As soon as I pulled the wool blanket over myself and smoothed out the wrinkles, his head popped up. He was looking at it like "was this here the whole time?". He then got up, moved over by about three inches and curled up on my wool blanket. He didn't move again until dinner.
Later I was watching TV. I wound up watching Nazi Hunters. I think I've only seen that show twice and go figure, it was an episode I'd seen. Granted, the ranks of WW2 Nazi criminals must be thinning by now, but I'm sure the TV people made more than two episodes. About ten minutes before the show ended, I fell asleep. What annoys me is that I don't think I got to watch the end the first time I saw it. Either way, the Nazi in question had died. The show that came on after that was about aliens coming to Earth and building monuments, leaving evidence of their presence in plain sight. At least that's what I gathered from the brief snippets I caught between waking up and wondering why I was watching a show about aliens and wondering why the hell aliens would want to stop here. If I was an alien, I would lock my space shuttle and step on the gas as soon as I got near Earth. Because obviously, I would have watched human movies as research and humans are never kind to aliens in movies. We aren't even kind to our own people... As was evidenced by the earlier episode of Nazi Hunters.
After supper, my mom asked for help with the dishes. I started drying and placing things on the counter next to me. I dried four knives, a brush and something else before I stopped and noticed that I'd placed everything diagonally, at the same angle, each item being an equal distance apart. It's the second time I notice that I do this. The first time was with pots. I'd lined all the pots up, all of their handles were on a diagonal, the same angle and equally far apart. I don't do it on purpose either. It just happens. It's not like I stand there with a ruler or a... whatever those half moon-thingies with all the angles are. Yes, I taught math... I learned that crap in French. I apparently have a new, weird quirk.
And that was today. Thieving cats, insomnia inducing aliens and OCD coming to the fore. How can I get more interesting?