synchronicity

This evening before I left work, I scribbled a few lines of the Jo book into a notebook in the parking garage, and the last words I wrote were "Maybe it would be a terrible, life-wrecking decision. But it would be living." Then I drove out of the parking garage and turned on the radio, which immediately began to play the chorus of "Livin' Thing" (which, incidentally, is from 1976, the year the scene I was writing takes place).

And I burst out laughing.