Friday the 13th

I always like Friday-the-13ths. My mom was born on one such day back in 1915; my birthday is on a 13th, and so is Eric's. Can't help but consider 13's as lucky, especially when a Friday lands on one.
And today was perfectly pleasant, even productive, if not particularly lucky - or unlucky.
An early Pilates session, a walk, and a good day of gardening. Well the day did sort of peter out with spinning of wheels that I could've done without.
Can hardly bear to look at the news.