I don't even remember what normal was like. I was watching a couple walking their dogs along the road and realized I was thinking, "What are they doing out this time of night?" Hello, it was 6:30. 6:30!!!

I've gradually stopped wearing normal clothes and normal shoes and normal underwear, and it's been a very long time since I've just gone to bed without twenty minutes of arranging specific pillows in specific ways and having everything JUST SO.

I've pretty much made peace with the fact that this is my "new normal", but every once in a while I see stuff that reminds me that my normal isn't really normal at all.