really very strange

Sunday was not a typical day for me. I wasn't feeling great, so I missed out on the Cross-Country ski adventure, and so planned on tidying house, organizing 'things', and not much more than that.

Oh, how things did not go as planned. First, my house- and car-keys went on a drive in the wrong car, and it was nearly 3 hours before I could catch up to them and get back inside my house. Luckily, it was a beautiful day and my nearly three hours of sitting outside in the yard were pretty comfortable. My dog was outside with me, and I was catching up on world news thanks to my luxury item a.k.a. smart telephone device.

Without going into an overly-detailed account: I was interrupted by one of the strangest events I've ever witnessed. This included a neighbor, who I now think may be mentally deranged, utilizing her back stoop as, well, a poop-stoop. It wasn't pretty. I'd like to tell you how not-pretty it was, but my life has been irrevocably altered by what occurred and there's really no reason for you to have to share in the same misery.

Suffice it to say, I am now considering calling some sort of citizens care hotline, just to see if someone with some sort of credentials will go and check in on That Neighbor. It's concerning, and makes me wonder if perhaps this normal-looking neighbor's house is actually, really very strange inside. What else is going on in there? Do I want to know? Or should I just tell the story and pretend I didn't see anything when I walk out to get the mail.