Totally totally off topic, but today is 10-21-2021 (in US nomenclature). I tend to put month-year on things (like files or freezer foods), so all month I’ve been writing 10/21 and saying oh hey, my birthday. Enjoy the little things that will never recur!
Here’s more not-quite-numerology that nobody but me cares about. Mom was born in 33. She had me when she was 22 in 55. So in 66, 77, 88, and 99 we shared multiples-of-11 birthdays. I also married in 77.
Of course, duplicated digits are everywhere. I live on 55th Ave and used to live in zip code 55xxx. I say again, find ways to enjoy the little things.
My series got broken by Y2K, but now I’m 66 and my superstitions project a great year. Hmmmm.
