I flew home last Sunday night from a recording session in Kentucky. It's not that many miles from Lexington to New York City, but it was a long flying trip with a delayed layover in the ATL airport. When I finally landed in New York at 3:00 a.m., I felt yucky from so many hours in the airport. I couldn't wait to get home and wash the trip off of me. I stripped off everything—even my wedding ring, which I have never slept without. I woke up the next morning and there was a deep imprint on my forearm—as if I'd slept on top of my ring all night. Except that I didn't sleep on it. My ring was in the next room. There was a second ring indent, smaller, a couple of inches higher and around the outside (half-way off the edge of my arm, just above the 'Celebrate the Memories' photo envelope in the background). I cannot explain this in any rational way. There was nothing in the bed with me that could have made these indents.
Mysteries, mysteries...
