Actually, it took me a while to discover that today is Friday the 13th. The main reason for that probably is that I actually don’t care about this date. It’s just another normal day, like any other. Just another busy, busy Friday. There isn’t even anything special going on for me today. Neither good, nor bad.

(Except maybe that I lost in the tennis match I was playing this afternoon. But that doesn’t surprise me, since I was playing with the tennis major guys (note guys, not girls). In fact, I’m the type of person who would be disappointed when winning against people who are at least twice as good as I am, since it could mean only one thing: they probably were just doing the polite thing and letting me win. So, in light of this – losing to me is a good, satisfying thing, not a downer.)

And so I find that my thesis on Friday the 13th is right: It’s just a figment of our imagination. It’s just as good or bad a Friday as any other Friday of the year.

Nothing to worry about.

Soooo: Happy Friday, y’all!