Woke up this morning rather late. Made coffee. Sat down in the parlor. Picked up a framed photo of my father and Aunt Helen. Told my dad how much I missed him. Placed the framed photo back on the table and noticed there was a pysanky egg on the ground. I picked it up and saw two other eggs on the ground. I put them back on the plate that sits on the table where I display them. How did the eggs get on the ground? The other eggs on the plate looked a bit disheveled. I don’t recall bumping into the table or doing anything that would have caused three eggs to jump off the plate and land 2 feet over. Very strange.