Unscathed

I have survived yet another Friday the 13th. Not that anything has ever happened to me on Friday the 13th or ever will, but that is the way it goes. My dad has always considered Friday the 13th to be a lucky day for him - but I never really asked him why - I just took it at face value for what it was. I guess he could have said that because he didn’t want to instill a superstituous fear in us, or more likely, something positive happened to him at one point on it. In any case, my day was fine. I didn’t get a lot of work done, but I did have a fun evening.

And now it is Valentine’s Day. But since I am going to bed now… I will save you from my lecture for now. Good night.