Strange new developments of the self

While re-reading my last post during a period of unintended self speculation at an unearthly hour last night, I realised that during the 3 weeks I spent at home I did not listen to any music. ANY music, not even on my Ipod. This is the surprising part and not the strange. The strange bit is that I did not even miss it nor did I realise it missing. So much so that it did not even occur to me while making a list of regular faffable things I did during my vacation.

This can't be happening. Something is very wrong and I have no idea what.