CALL ME SNAKE

It’s Monday which means it’s time for Freaky Friday–a chance to celebrate the strange coincidences life throws at us. Take this morning, for instance. I was thinking about which T-shirt to wear and chose my Alaska one, which I haven’t worn for awhile. A minute later, my wife told me that today’s Globe had an article about a local man killed in an extreme skiing event in Alaska, which was the first time I can ever remember her telling me anything that has to do with Alaska.

An hour later, I was attending to my tax forms, writing checks to the IRS and the state, when I got confused by a form that I apparently was supposed to deliver to my tax accountant but hadn’t. Just that second, my tax guy called–the only time he’s ever called–asking about that form I was puzzling over at that very moment.

And this all happened by 10a.m. I’m sure the coincidences will continue to pile on. And why shouldn’t they? After all, it is Freaky Friday, the fact that it’s a Monday notwithstanding.