Oh my gawd! Friday the thirteenth came and went and I didn't even notice. I usually remain quietly at home, (That's more difficult now that I've read home is where most of the accidents happen.)waiting for the toll of midnight that announces the "all clear."
I'm excessively superstitous about thirteen of anything, but Friday the thirteenth is the worst. So, how come I had a normal, possibly dull, day yesterday? Hmmm. S'pose I've made my own bad luck in the past? Hard to believe.