11:11

My daughters introduced me to the tradition of  “kiss the clock” when all the numbers line up. As in 2:22 or 5:55. Lately, I’ve noticed that there are many times when I happen to see the time on my phone, in the car or in the right hand corner of the computer and it’s 11:11am.  Seems trivial, but it’s kind of eerie that this re-occurs much more often than any statistical average. It happened today. And then later, I happened to notice the computer clock— at 1:11 pm! (Insert Twilight Zone theme here)

 

Of course, now that I’ve publicly acknowledged it, I’m going to feel self-conscious about it when I look at the clock and ruin the whole mystery. Let’s see if I can promptly forget I ever said anything.

 

And on a side note, I wrote a bit about being retired this morning and the astute reader might notice “This guy has way too much time on his hands!” So yes, I’m busy, but apparently there’s a lot more time and space to notice—and then write about— things large and small that I didn’t have time to notice when I was teaching seven classes a day. One of the perks of retired life. Why, writing this at night, I could even stay awake until 11:11 pm! But that would be cheating.

 

Good night.