Fare thee well, June – don’t let the door hit you in the caboose on your way out…
So, after due consideration regarding our recent excursion, I am coming to the conclusion that my odd (and frequent) encounters with repetitive and/or consecutive numbers must be related to my writing. Or, I’m really just making a mountain out of a coincidental molehill, but for the purpose of having something to write about this morning – let’s go with the former.
Here are just a few examples of these dang numbers apearing, throughout our trip:
1) Arriving from LAX to
2) Taxiing in to the terminal, we arrived at EXACTLY (and I’m not making this up) 1:11 PM.
3) Having left our luggage back in
4) The hospitality suite for our weekend retreat was Room Number 1112. The first room you walked into getting off the elevator each evening was #1111.
5) Returning to
6) We entered
OK, there were more, but those were just a few that I took time to record. I swear, I don’t believe that a white light is glowing in the recesses of my closet, but I am continually confounded by the appearance of so many coincidental numbers in my everyday life.
Now, if I could only win an $1111 million dollar lottery…
Chow for now!!