I am one of those people at once excessively rational and extremely superstitious. I am someone who never, ever says out loud "Well, things couldn't possibly get worse," because I am certain that the god I don't believe in is listening and will immediately step in to prove me wrong.
So this morning I am grumpy. It's overcast and gloomy. I didn't get enough sleep. Monday seems to have come way too quickly. I'm making my grumpy way through the courtyard in my building and I see a hummingbird. This I take as a good sign--like a shooting star. Maybe the day won't be so bad after all.
Then, I get this link via email from Andrea, who doesn't even know about my hummingbird emissary.
Not buying a lottery ticket today.