That thing happened again.
At the end of the day yesterday Cristine was having trouble with her hearing aid and asked me to take a look at it. I didn’t need the battery which she had removed, and as I tossed it towards her, it landed on Peter’s duvet in this upright position. As I have posted before here and here, I have always seen this as something very positive and almost mystical. It always makes me happy, and for some odd reason instills in me a sense being connected to a world of wonder and mystery. (Peter would say I am “waxing a bit poetic” here but I am prone to do that once in a while.)