Chaos is a fundamental force in the Universe, so it’s appearance must reveal some cosmic truth. This is the only way I can interpret the recurring vision of a lone, dirty sock, far from its mate, embedded in totally unrelated objects.

I lecture my children constantly about the need to put dirty clothes in the hamper, so I have to believe their failure to follow my orders is a way in which the Great Beyond is trying to get my attention. It’s the only thing keeping me from turning into Miss Hannigan, swilling gin and screeching at my Little Orphan Annies.

Today’s Sock Oracle is most certainly a reminder of the powerful bonds we must build between parents and spawn, I mean, offspring.