Am I preparing for Christmas in July?  Nope.  But I am preparing for my friend who will be coming over a little later.  It’s definitely something that I needed after having a busier than average Monday.

 

Muse:  I see you…very happy.

Yes.  I’m happy.  What other obvious statement do you want to make?

Muse;  No.  I see you happy in the distant future.  You are happy with your new job and you’re really enjoying it.

Distant future?  Come on!  Can you tell me when?

Muse;  I can’t.  I don’t want to spoil the surprise.

You’re just cold reading.  Making a bunch of generalizations until you’re correct.

Muse:  So you think I’m cold reading, huh?  In just seven days, I’ll be a Jedi.  In thirteen, I’ll be a toddler.  On the second of July, I can see…myself totally blind…unable to see.

So you can predict some of your future forms, huh? What does that prove?

Muse:  I’m not done.  On the 29th of January in 2017, I’ll be a princess.  On November 23rd of that year, I’ll be…

Uh-bup-bup-bup!  Enough.  We don’t need any additional spoilers, do we?

Muse:  You’re very anxious and you’re eager to find a new beginning.  Relationships are important to you and you want to develop more of them.  You want me to stop talking so that you can end this entry.  Then you’re going to say…

Enough.  You can predict the future.  You can read my mind.  I don’t need any more.

Muse:  But you believe me now, don’t you?  That look on your face…You do now.  I can see it…Your friend is on his way.  I’ll let you end this entry.  Farewell!

*Muse levitates upward and vanishes in a beam of light*

That was freaky.  With abilities like that, I don’t think I would want my Muse to have them on a daily basis.

Anyways, my friend is on his way.  Time to prepare for his arrival.

Today’s high is going to be 71 degrees and the silver lining is my friend coming over tonight.

To those of you who are enjoying your friends on this Monday, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  I didn’t tell him.  I didn’t want him to be sad.  Something else is going to happen.  I won’t become a princess.  That won’t come to pass.  In just 28 days, I am going to die.  Four more weeks.  I’m sorry, Kyle…