Well, it is indeed Friday the 13th, and only one day away from a full moon.  I wonder what my pirate teenage neighbor has cooked up for the 'hood this year?

I'm not terribly superstitious, though I do believe if I utter the words "my daughter never has temper tantrums" or "I've never received a speeding ticket" that I am damning myself to that very thing happening within five minutes of the utterance.  But I don't really abide by the "not opening umbrellas indoors" or the "not walking under ladders" thing.  I mean, if you need to dry your umbrella or walk around during a remodel, there really aren't that many choices, are there?

So, even so...there was a little shiver that went down my spine when I looked at the calendar this morning and realized the date.  I looked at my cat, closest kin of the moon, and hoped for the best today.  I don't really know what is up with the number 13, though this person ventured a guess. 

I think we love or hate Friday the 13th because it's possible anything could happen, as though that weren't true of every day.