I have a job.
I own cats.
My dad is dead.
They're each unbelievable in their own ways. Sometimes they hit me unexpectedly, and I realize that this is my reality even while I am flooded by the disbelief and confusion. It's difficult to keep up at times. They're such fundamental things, yet persistently a touch impossible and wavery.
The cat sleeping on my lap makes getting up to brush my teeth and go to bed extremely challenging.