or some kind of parallel universe, or perhaps just some crazy hallucination from which I have not yet awoken, or become the unreliable narrator of an SF novel?
Because the air of unreality around me keeps building: we've elected our first African-American President? There's really water on Mars? We have actual proof of planets outside our solar system? I actually finished a draft of the chapter that's been two years in the writing?
Which one of these things is even the most unbelievable at this point anyway?
If I heard an NPR story this morning about first alien contact, I'm not sure I'd even blink. I would, however, hope that those aliens are part of my blog audience.