Today is Friday the Thirteenth; and, for some it is a day of fear and loathing. Although it’s considered unlucky for a variety of reasons, I have never put credence in any of them. In fact, I rather like the day since it doesn’t occur but once or twice a year. That makes it special as far as I’m concerned.
But I didn’t do anything special to acknowledge it. Instead I worked out with my trainer, as usual; went for fancy coffee with friends; came home and cleaned the bathrooms (Yeah, I know.); and then enjoyed Date Night with Earl. We went to the Cranberry Bog inside the Grande Mere Inn, and we had a great time.
Back at home, I changed into jammies, fixed a nightcap, and spent the evening reading, as I do many Friday nights. If there were ghosts and goblins afoot, they didn’t come near me.
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