When the ordinary gets strange.

Today I walked over 200 New York blocks as I explored the city. On the way back to the hostel, only about 2 blocks away, I looked down at my boots and noticed a shoelace was untied. As I bent down to tie it back up, it occurred to me that this event was the first time in this trip that one of my shoelaces has come undone. In 6 weeks, only once. How odd.

What does this mean? Am I becoming unravelled?