I wrote on this blog recently that I was not a superstitious person.
And yet.
I have always believed that 4 is my lucky number.
That idea originated when I became old enough to take note of the day I was born.
April 24, 1940.
Or, 4-24-40.
Lots of fours in there.
Today, when I looked at my daily calendar, I found that this is the fourth anniversary of the "installation" of my fourth Pacemaker.
Hmmmm.
Should I buy a lottery ticket?
'Course then I noticed today's date.
August 21, 2021.
Or, 8-21-21.
Now I'm really confused.
