Friday the 13th

It’s Friday the 13th. Every Friday the 13th since the one in June 1997 has been bad for me. On that one I found out Ada had cancer. There were THREE in 1998. On the first, I found out I was pregnant. On the second I had to put my 20 year old cat to sleep. On the third one I was convinced to get married.

Anyway, you get the general idea. Today I tried everything in my power to pretend the day did not exist. I even dated all my work documents 5/14/2005. It seems to have worked so far. But the day is not over…