The power of three -4,5

When I got into work this morning, my friend the door guy told me about his wife's father dying and his daughter's grandmother dying. I immediately wondered when I'd hear about the third. My mom instilled this superstition (or is it fact?) that bad things come in threes. Thankfully, sort of of course, I heard about number three in the staff meeting this morning - the father of a new staff member had died - he had been very ill. Whew - so it's noone close to me...

Later in the day: Just got an email from a friend who had to put his cat down. And a call from my husband saying her niece had broken her neck and arm. (Miraculously, she did not do anything to her spinal cord despite her neck being broken clean through at the C5 vertebrae and walking away from the scene - never never move anyone if there's any chance of spinal cord injury!) So, since you know me, even though it's virtually, beware! I seem to be a link to bad things right now.