And what worries me is, is it me or is it him?  Was it me who didn’t notice that the dishwasher tablet wrapper wouldn’t dissolve? After all, the last box we bought had dissolvable wrappers.  And how do you ever know what is reality?  Is my reality different from his, from other people’s?  How can we tell what is truth and what is fiction?  Am I programmed to remember totally different things or do we just perceive things – circumstances, events, conversations – in totally different ways in terms of our communication styles, life experiences, upbringing?  How can we ever know what is truth,  what is real, what is imagined?  I’m not sure that we can know.  And is that disturbing, frightening, enlightening?  Maybe we just have to accept it and adapt to it.  Thought for today.