"My mom would be so disappointed," Ford said with a laugh and a tiny shake of his head. He was feeling a bit better, so long as he didn't move his body too much. She'd be disappointed him him for his lapse in magical judgement, too, but he was trying not to think about that part. "She did everything she could to turn me into not a pet person, and barely two months out of town I've already got joint custody of a dog that I let lick my face and sleep on my bed."
He thought for a moment, trying to retrace his steps from the last twenty-four hours to see if there was anything that stood out. "I didn't leave the house last night. Not all day yesterday, actually, because I was recording all day. Nothing weird, then I woke up to floating stuff. I fixed it, went to run some errands. Sent a package to my parents, got some groceries, that sort of thing. When I got back, it was floating again." Which, he supposed, was a fairly decent indication that it wasn't him, unless there was some sort of time delay...and that was getting far beyond anything he ever studied about magic. "Yeah, I dunno. Still, not dealing with it for a little while sounds good. I'll probably have to call the rental company and see if they can fix it. You sure she won't mind? I don't wanna be a bum."