Everybody at some stage has had the feeling that the universe is conspiring against them, but have you ever had the feeling that the universe is conspiring for you?
First, yesterday's beautiful feline-delivered cicada and now this. I was woken this morning, half an hour before my alarm went off, by the noise of a high wind and with an urgent need to empty my bladder. This necessitated getting out of bed and since it was hardly worth going back afterwards, I rather reluctantly opened the blinds, to be greeted by this glorious display.
It was all gone by the time my alarm went off at seven. So, yeah, I'm getting the idea that the Universe is not only on my side at the moment, but actively and vociferously so. It's a bit spooky.