We had a cat 7 on the bed this morning. Having all seven cats on the bed at the same time is an extremely rare event. The cats from left to right: Glenda, Silver, Loki, Gwendolyn, Marble, Sasha, and Spunk.
I stayed in bed for an hour after I woke up. I wanted to let mostly sleeping cats lie. It was cold as hell inside and even colder outside when I got out of bed and checked the temperatures at 7:07 AM. It was probably a few degrees colder outside at 6:00 AM when I woke up. It was obviously cold enough that all the cats felt the need to be in bed with us.
If you don’t want to listen to the new song (it’s hard rock/metal) about the new abnormal, you can simply enjoy the photo of the sliver moon and Venus hanging out together in the clouds last night.
While I was cleaning out my address book of people who have died or simply disappeared over the past three years, I realized that outside of my family and work, I have only a few real, in-the-flesh friends in town who I rarely see. I started thinking about how my physical world has grown so small, how the powers that be work hard to keep the world in turmoil, and while their mouthpieces and talking heads in the popular press speak of the “new normal” it’s really the “new abnormal” that is being shoved down our throats. For better or worse, it inspired a new song.
New Abnormal Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[verse] I’ve watched my world as it’s grown so small I sit, I stare, as I listen to The Wall I would like to break bottles in the hall But plastic bottles won’t break at all. I’m feeling spastic I’m all alone My world is dreary no one’s home
[Chorus] Will we ever be normal again? Can we say what normal has been? The new abnormal is tearing us asunder They divide us up as they plunder.
[verse] The hand of doom it pleases me Mother Mary, can you set me free? “Man, oh man, you sinned indeed! Maybe that’s why you can’t see!” I may be blind my cross-eyed Mary But the world I see is desolate and scary
[Chorus] Will we ever be normal again? Can we say what normal has been? The new abnormal is tearing us asunder They divide us up as they plunder.
[Bridge] All my friends have disappeared Pandemic lockdowns made us weird Thinking each other is deranged Now we are ideologically estranged Isolation made us rage We took it in, we felt the pain Masked like bandits, identities were lost Now we’re strangers. Was it worth the cost?
[Outro] Will we ever be normal again? They said our norms were mortal sins Their new abnormal will save us any bother They divide us up
Will we ever be normal again? They said our norms were mortal sins Their new abnormal will save us any bother They divide us up.
Venus and The Pleiades conjunction in the low right. The short streak at the top is a satellite.
Conjunctions happen! And this week, Venus and The Pleiades are getting up close and personal as they pass each other, as seen from our earthly perspective.
Venus and The Pleiades on the right. The Kiss Flying-V on the left.
Venus looked orb-like shining through the thin cloud cover, with The Pleiades managing to shine through the clouds as well.
Speaking of orbs, I was in the middle of a bast of phantasm plasma bursting out of the dark matter. Researchers who deal in paranormal activity believe that ghosts and spirits travel in plasmatic cylinders and orbs.
This is a series of the pink moon rising on April 6th when it was 100% full, but not the official “full moon” from the night before. The fifth photo shows Venus near the horizon under wild clouds.
Off Center & Not Even 