Not About Writing

I should be presenting a blog about writing. I know I should. But this past week has been one of the weirdest I've ever experienced, and the last few months have not helped me focus on my own writing, let alone assisted me with other issues in my life. 

I am not psychic, nor do I make any claims to have more than average perception. However, I am certain that something is happening right now, something I can neither see nor hear, but something that is just as real as if I could. And it isn't pretty, if my response to it is anything real, either. It's shortening my temper, making me ultrasensitive, causing me to snip (and snip and snip) at my husband. 

What is it? Perhaps I should ask TAROT QUEEN... 

Have a burning question? Maybe you should ask her the question, too.