another minute and we're older now...
This morning, my birthday morning, at 5 am we were sleeping.
Then the stereo turned on from the living room, on its own or as if by a ghost, blasting loud.
The song it played was Yo La Tengo's "Today Is The Day"
another day, come and gone
don't think i can ever sing that song
little secrets we bring along
i'm taking my time, trailing behind, i thought of you
today is the day i think of you
Last night I looked up Synchronicity in the wikipedia, an entry about Carl Jung's theory of "temporally coincident occurrences of acausal events."
I don't know, you know?
I do know that I ordered myself a dozen pair of mary green underwear, happy birthday to me, and they arrived late last night just in time to wear today. So you know, synchronicity.