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 Oxnard, we touched down on Runway E11.

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 L.A., we filled out a claim ticket. Number 333.

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 Canada, we filled out a Customs Declaration Form, and the customs officer marked it “A-11”.

6) We entered Canada through Lane #11.

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!!