Thirteenths have never been an issue. Sometimes the fourteenths have been less than fun. For instance, on my very first Friday the 13th, I was warm and safe, swimming away in Mom. And on the fourteenth, I was wrenched forth from my warm, safe home, and dragged into a world of bright lights and loudness and cold.

Additionally, I married the Ice Princess on a saturday the 14th. The divorce was final on a friday the 13th.

No, it’s just another day. Superstitious? Well, I am, a little, but not about this.