Curiouser and spookier

Things are getting stranger and stranger around here. My colleague who lost her fish, who is a poet in her spare time (as in, the sort who actually has poems published), who attends meditation retreats on weekends, has set up a little shrine for the fish today. It's intriguing. There is The Canticle of the Sun by Francis of Assisi pinned up on her whiteboard with two nice bright souvenir-type fish magnets in each corner and one of the Madonna in the middle, a poem she wrote herself (printed in a little booklet that looks like an order of service) also on the wall with a magnet, a vase of purple orchids on the desk (the orchids I like), and a little arrangement in the fish bowl and then, the best part, a candle in the fishes old play thing, suspended above the water, which is burning incense in a little dish above it. The fragrance we have in here today is "Thai Temple". It's a bit too musky for me, and I am surprised that the incense burning has gone unchecked in the building for so long. I've almost had enough of it myself. (If I knew how to get photos off my new phone and onto a computer I have evidence of all this.) Apparently we are "getting the energy right" so we can catch the culprit. I am not sure I want to be around in here when the forces line up to reveal a fish murderer.