Today was the second Friday the Thirteenth in the year. And it lived up to its billing. If we consider 13 to be unlucky because the thirteenth guest to the banquet was Judas Iscariot, then Judas arrived today. I followed the morning arrival of Judas by trying to keep my chin up. Above the level of the water. Now it is Friday night and I am sitting in my living room while Cindy watches a rerun of a show and Kate appears to be asleep. Tomorrow will be another day and tomorrow we get to visit dad in the hospital and then take care of the Miller sisters. Doesn't that sound like some sister group on Lawrence Welk?
I don't have an accordian so I don't know what to play for the girls when I get there. I guess I will just try to keep them moving and worked up until they get tired and decide that it will be ok to go to sleep. I know how that works. I have seen it before.
Meanwhile, Kate will try to have a good time with her freind, Beff. She, who is here from Charleston, will spend some time with Kate tomorrow afternoon. Where it goes from there is a guess.
Meanwhile, I just wish I was in Savannah, listening to Irish music in Kevin Barry's with a pint glass of Guiness.
But this is the Thirteenth Day of March, falling on a Friday. Fun.
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