I remember remembering.

You know you're in a rut when you experience double deja vu.

I was at the store with the girls today, getting them out of the car when I had the strongest feeling of deja vu. I get that a lot; I think I must have a lousy memory that only lets me half recall. That, or I'm sleepwalking through life a lot more than I think!

This time, though, what I was experiencing wasn't the feeling that I'd done this before. It was the feeling that I'd had deja vu over this before.

Whereupon I said to myself, "I really have to get out of this town."

I'm excited about moving. I was nervous at first, but then I found out I'll be living only a few blocks from an online acquaintance who is just an amazing woman. It's going to be great, getting to know her in real life. Maybe I can talk her into being friends with me! Yay!

I just have to get packed first. Do you think it would be bad if I started indiscriminately throwing furniture away?