I always seem to be in a strange mood when I return from my intense three-day class session for my graduate program in Mythological Studies. I can’t always focus on things. I’ll make a list of things I need to do on the day I get back and only get to a handful.
Today was no different. Even though I woke before the alarm, I didn’t get much done in the morning. I called a friend to see if he wanted to do lunch. He thought it was a good idea because we might not otherwise be able to get together this weekend. I drove over to his place and we walked to a restaurant (how very un-LA of us) but it was closed. So, we went to a neighboring establishment. Soon after we sat down, the president of the local chapter of Log Cabin walked in.
Later, I got an e-mail from an old friend who had seen my picture in The Advocate.*
Later still, when I was on the phone with the elder PatriotBrotherWest (a doctor), I mentioned a dermatologist friend, a doctor with the same (first) name as my brother. It seemed he had heard me speak my name for I heard the beep of call-waiting; he was calling.
Perhaps, I read too much into things. But, I do wonder about these synchronicities, coincidences that appear to be meaningful. I tend to see them as signs that the universe is working — and I’m in the right place. Or maybe it’s just my imagination.
*And the friend with whom I had lunch had had that very magazine on his coffee table.