I keep remembering that Terry Pratchett died and feeling disconnected from reality. This is how a lot of negative events hit me. I go "I must be in a bad AU, I need to go back to the source material." The time before death always feels like a place which can be returned to.

Unhealthy! Probably something for which there is a medical term?

(Okay this post maybe isn't really completely about Terry Pratchett.)

Polydactyly the Cat demanded entry into my room four or five times last night, instead of her usual one, and is in here again now, watching me carefully to make sure I'm still the right person. She checked the ashes in the incense burner just now to make sure she recognized the stuff I burn before bed.

Someone was staying in my room while I was gone, and they didn't burn any incense - much less a specific variety at a specific time - so I'm sure that this was very confusing for her. Sorry, Polly.