Friday the 13th is just another day in mankind’s calendar. It is not unlucky.

No forthcoming disaster. No impending tragedies. No trip-ups. No hidden snares.

Nothing to be frightened of, unless one already has frightening thoughts about something.

Sure, bad stuff happens on this day, but that stuff happens on all other days, too.

Black cats, walking under ladders, breaking mirrors, the mysterious seating arrangement at the Last Supper, and a whole lot of other superstitions ‘don’t hold water’ for me.

I chose to be married on a Friday the 13th and am still married. I am also the recipient of much grace. Why I chose this day in a December is still a mystery to me, although I suspect my young age and mistaken mokie had something do to with it.

I have walked under many ladders and crossed my share of black cats (I even had a black cat). I have visted my share of cemetaries, but prefer doing so in daylight.

Horror movies are not my thing, but they certainly have proliferated as Hollywood is consumed with stories of evil and is intent on disturbing audiences. However, many folks seem to like these flicks and apparently like being scared. No judgement here.

Only one caution. As night approaches, please don’t walk near or in a cemetary…the dead may rise up like zombies and attack you. Otherwise, today is just like any other day.

Hope it’s a good one for all of you, and please pray for the Ukranians.