coincidence

Bao wrote of arrows a few days ago, and then his patient mumbled about arrows in the sky. Last evening, after dinner, Nani and I were discussing our character's birthday. "I think she is a Pisces," I said. "Late February or in March." I thought to myself, March twenty-third. "March 23," Nani said.

And now I realize that March 23 is Aries, not Pisces.