11.11
Yesterday, some explorer buddies and I opened some dead family's Christmas presents that were meant to be opened in 1970. Fedoras, shirts, quilts, dress shoes, lingerie, and toys, all still shrink wrapped. How... both sad and exciting? Great stuff that was well intended but never received and loved. Until now.
I would have more photos of this, but karma got back at me. I fell down some stairs and dropped my camera, the lens breaking clean off from the body. Luckily, I think it can be soldered back together. My car's muffler, on the other hand...
I had been seeing the number 11 in my dreams, too, and woke up at 1:11 the morning before. Strange coincidence.