Oh oh, its Friday the 13th. Watch for falling piano’s, and black cats, and whatever else you might think of that is superstitious in any way. Or dead guys with machete’s and hockey masks. So far half the day is gone and I haven’t had any bad luck, so I hope that it will continue that way.
What can be unlucky about a beautiful day, a Friday no less, in summer, in Portland? Phh, nothing I can see…. yet ;)