Friday the 13th.
Almost midnight in Georgia.
I am still here. The folks around me are still kicking. My dogs are curled up next to each other out cold from a romp in the hot, humid, summer night air.
Not an unlucky day.
A day like any other, given a bad rap because of a number.
There are issues brewing that might make Sunday the 15th worrisome or Monday the 16th health issues of a friend are under scrutiny. Every day has a number and on any day your number can be called.
Today is Friday the 13th and it is a lucky day for me.
I like to think that every day is lucky. It's not the number that matters it's the number of things you can be grateful for on any given day.