It must be a sign

Everything is connected.

Yesterday I saw a blue-tailed skink in the parking lot. I herded him over to the grass. A parking lot is not a safe place for a blue-tailed skink. They are such exotic looking little creatures that I couldn't help thinking, "This is a sign. A portent. Something good will happen today." (Something already had. I saw a blue-tailed skink. See, I was right.)

He was a handsome, elegant creature. I think that's a sign that if I get an A in this class, I should treat myself to the book of equally exotic, handsome & elegant "3 Corner and Long [Tail] Shawls," don't you? I could knit one with a blue tail.