Here’s one for the category “Weird Tech Things That Happen In My Life.” I don’t pretend that it’s some electrical anomaly related to my energy field or other Newage (rhymes with sewage), I acknowledge that these things probably happen because of some inadvertent touch by my hand or clothing, with or without my glasses on, but nevertheless tech doesn’t work for me like it does for normal people.

In this case, a poem idea that I had somewhere when I was away from a keyboard got recorded in the Reminders app, not Notes, where I would normally put it. So periodically I receive a reminder that is a surreal list of odd items that I may or may not have found under the living room rug one day, several years ago, when I was on a cleaning binge. It looks like this:

The completed version of the poem was titled “Under the Rug,” and appears in my book of poems, The Would-Be Lightworker, which I released just before Christmas.

It takes 6 weeks for a book to be available online at retailers, no one knows why. (If I had published on Amazon, it would have been live there in 3-5 days, so that might give you a hint.) However two British retailers have it listed at this time, so you get a link to Waterstones. I honestly have no idea where it will be printed if you order from them, possibly in Britain and you’ll have to pay to ship it across an ocean if you are in the US. If you prefer to wait, it’ll be at US retailers one of these days, I’ll let you know.

Some deep cleaning around the house would probably be a good idea today, now that I think about it . . .