I'm not quite sure where things went so horribly, horribly weird last night. I'm not even sure that 'weird' is adequate to describe what I experienced. Calling it 'transcendent' is marginally more accurate, inasmuch as 2 is probably closer to +∞ than 1 (input from mathematicians welcome).
There I was in the Concert Hall, listening to the Winnipeg premiere of Mahler's 10th symphony (completed posthumously by Deryck Cooke). Somewhere around the 4th or 5th movement, amidst soaring violins and auditorium-shaking drum hits, I started thinking about plumbing.
Specifically, I started thinking about a part I had to add to the bathtub water lines, to make it possible to tighten up the connections to the bathtub tap.
And then I started visualizing the blue flame of a propane torch.
And then I said to Myself, "Well, I'll probably finish that bathroom before the heat death of the universe."
I don't know if it was the Mahler or the fact that I've been staying up entirely too late all week, but I honestly didn't think My brain was capable of integrating French horns with soldering flux and time travel.
Whether or not this is a good thing remains to be seen.