The Weekend

Friday the 13th came and went without much fanfare, and less misfortune. I guess triskaidekaphobia really doesn’t have a hold on anyone that I know.

It’s two weeks after the novel, and now I’m thinking about a rewrite. I think it’s too soon, though. I’m probably going to finish this other short story I have on the burner.

Right now, it’s off to work for me. Stop by and say hello if I don’t look too busy. I shouldn’t. I’m in the front greeting people during the holidays. It’s my job to talk to you.