I seem to be developing a tendency for wishful thinking spotting good omens, in whatever form they appear. I went out for a short walk this morning to enjoy the sunshine, get a little exercise and wait for the bread to rise. (FYI, if this baby is much later we’re going to be extremely well stocked on baked goods.) About a block away from my house I spotted a slip of paper from a fortune cookie on the ground and since we didn’t get any cookies with our last round of Chinese food, picking it up seemed like the thing to do.
Is the universe trying to tell me something? I’m going to take that as a ”yes”.
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