It’s always been a lucky day for me. Today sort of followed suit, I suppose, though the luck’s not as big a hit as it once used to be. Shedding the fear of one worry for a lesser one, now I’d call that luck these days. Not hearing good news, but not hearing any more bad is a good day for me. You adjust expectations, the older you get, and silver linings ain’t sterling, but plate. It’s okay. It’s okay.
So the reverse of the curse of the 13th on a Friday still holds true for me I’d say, and that makes me smile.
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