Holey Unicorns and Burglars!

I woke up around 2.00 in the AM this morning, an hour after I'd laid myself down to sleep. An uncomfortable feeling settled in my gut that something was amiss, and I decided to walk downstairs; that's when I heard an attempt at furtive steps being trod on my front steps.

With a warcry curled on my lips, I ripped open the front door and found in front of me a young woman who was quite shocked at my appearance before her (though I'm quite glad I decided to sleep in my suit this evening).

Immediately she grabbed at me, and a kerfuffle ensued.



The battle was short-lived, as I emerged the victor. She quickly ran off before I could gather any information, but as I sat at my laptop to convey the events in writing, details that I did not consider at the time readily became available.

This woman seemed as shocked as I was, and this was not a life she seemed quite comfortable in living. While I could conjecture about her living situation, it made me wonder what I have that was so important so as not to give her something in these trying times, particularly as I'm hardly wanting. Perhaps I'm trying to moralize a situation because I wonder if I'm bringing in the right 'criminals' in my line of work.

Perhaps job satisfaction is not something I have fully appreciated thus far, as I look at my résumé. Leaving the TV anchor position after Travis's affair with his fellow astronaut was discovered so as to disappear from the public eye. A brief stint in a restaurant to tide me over until I found something more appealing. The luck to be able to pick up my guitar and start recording music (unfortunately, I was to be so mass-marketed to 'star' status that I felt entirely too restricted in a career that offered me many other freedoms).

Perhaps it's time to think of a career change again. Maybe I need to pursue affecting real change. Could politics be my calling? I remain skeptical, but it may be time to take that step.

At least I confirmed that it is not a unicorn I see prancing about while keeping my telescope low and scrying the neighborhood this morning. Perhaps I am starting to suffer a sort of delirium if I'm seeing horses with alicorns on their noggins. It stands all too poignant.