Yesterday, on my walk about town, I found three lost Allen wrenches in three widely separated places. In an ascending order of sizes, they had apparently been dropped from three different sets. I’m always finding odd bits on the ground, but this seemed positively Jungian. I showed them to Cindy when I got home. “What the ’ell,” she said, “you found a bunch of sevens.”

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