This morning, when I opened my front door to allow 20 pounds of housecat outside, a huge black spider fell in from outside and began hysterically race-tracking around at my feet. The cat jumped out and trotted off forthwith.
I stood there, barefooted and bewildered.
Then I danced.
During my first waking hour, my mind is still establishing connections with all of my thinking hoses. This is a process. Throwing a big spider at me first thing is—at a minimum—unfair.
After a few laps around the tiles at my entry, the spider flung itself back over the threshold and vanished outside.
I slammed the door closed.
Worth two more cups of coffee, that.