I've had a visitor...

I just got out of the shower to find a lovely little ladybug on my ceiling. She was so bright and had a particularly high number of spots on her back. I think she came to see me specifically. She must have smelled my yummy vanilla jasmine soap and wanted to borrow some.

Do you know that scene in You've Got Mail where she's writing to Tom Hanks and talks about the butterfly on the subway? She says that the butterfly is perhaps on its way to Bloomingdale's where it will buy a hat that will be a mistake because most hats are. That one, remember? I feel that way about ladybugs. Can't you just see them with tiny little hats on? I think bowler hats.

And I'm not crazy, just feeling a lot like my old self from long, long ago.

*Update* The ladybug has perilously dived into Ewan's morning bath. He's been resuscitated on the bathroom counter and is currently in I.C.U.