I've fallen (into an alternate reality) and I can't get up

So you know my morning, at the vet with Nicki. Oh, that reminds me, one the values that was a bit high was his ALT--liver--value. The top value is either 125 or 130 and he was one or the other. So either at high normal or just above high normal--I think just above high normal. That can happen with fatty liver disease, which he doesn't have, hyper-t (not likely as he's only 5), with liver cancer, ingesting some meds (none) and some other liver disease. The vet noted it and said we probably should follow up in a year, but didn't seem overly concerned. I don't have a copy of the blood work yet, but if anyone knows of a "normal" (i.e. non-life-threatening) reason for that, do let me know.

How many things I can I be paranoid about? I'm still measuring Derry's pee clumps, so one thing at a time.

Anyway, that was the morning.

This afternoon I was at my desk when the former co-worker showed up and stopped in front of my cubicle. (Do I have to explain who the former co-worker is? No, I don't think so.) I told her that B. was in his office, as last week she popped up looking for him, presumably not realizing I was in the office. She wasn't looking for him, apparently. She smiled and asked me how everyone was doing.

I truly have fallen into an alternate reality.

After not saying one. single. word. to me in 33 weeks and 2 days she comes up and asks how everyone (meaning the cats) is doing?

I was floored. 

I didn't respond well.

While I can't recall verbatim what I said, I do know it was to ask why was she bothering now when she hadn't said a word to me in eight months. And I did say that I wasn't going to talk to her about anything that wasn't work-related. She seemed taken aback (!) by that--I can't remember what she said and what I said in response, but I was a bit intense. Finally I said that this (i.e. work) wasn't the place for this, to which she agreed and left.

Let me tell you, the gods are crazy, and the universe has a bizarre sense of humour.