Let me tell you about Tuesday, January 2, 2007.
I woke up some time around 6am to the lovely sounds of my cat, Wesley, vomiting. 6am is way too early to get up, so I tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t tell where Wesley had puked – it was close enough that it could have been on the bed, a trick he’s performed before (though thankfully not when I was in it). So for the next hour, I tried to sleep, dreadfully afraid to roll over in case I ended up sleeping in a hairball. (thankfully, it ended up being on the floor. I even managed to avoid stepping in it)
Later, while riding the subway home, I saw two midgets. One got on the train and got off one station later, and then another got on a few stops later and also rode just one station south. And here’s the weird thing: They stood in exactly the same spot on the train.
When I got off the subway downtown, the moon was out: It was full, of course.
I’m not prone to superstition and refrains of “good luck” or “bad luck,” but this is entirely too much to be coincidence. To quote a very nice bit of narration from one of my favourite films:
There are stories of coincidence and chance, and intersections and strange things told, and which is which and who only knows? And we generally say, “Well, if that was in a movie, I wouldn’t believe it.” Someone’s so-and-so met someone else’s so-and-so and so on. And it is in the humble opinion of this narrator that strange things happen all the time.
I don’t know what this means at all. But either 2007 is going to be a very good year, or I’m going to be dead by February.