I hadn't had newspaper ink on my hands. I don't know what happened -- if just I thought I saw something, or if the running water really was a different color for one second.
The way my mind works, I first thought of Charles Fort. He was amused by the frequent rush to explain anything that seemed inexplicable. I grinned wryly and thought Don't try to explain this. Don't let the explanation replace the memory. So maybe something maybe inexplicable happened, maybe. You can allow something inexplicable to happen. Come to think of it, now that I do, letting something be both inexplicable and mundane like this (if, again, it actually happened) is kind of amusing.
I've had a couple of inexplicable events happen to me. Maybe I'll just call them glitches in the Matrix or something. They don't affect my function, even if they are moments of dissonance. I know people who've had more than their wanted share of the inexplicable. Oddness happens. (And, I hope, sweetness follows. Yes, I have another R.E.M. song on my mind! (Good, that made me chuckle.)) If oddness happens again, I'll try to accept it and go on.
Have an explicably good day. Or even inexplicably good. Maybe that'll be extra special.
* "Basin" has a kind of archaic-Victorian sound to it, I think now. Always thinking about language: it's one thing I do.