An utterly unremarkable day. Some might say forgettable, if they knew of it, thought of it, could recall it. That’s what you want for a Friday, sometimes, and that’s what the universe called for and that’s what I received. I spent the day counting days until other days. What even is that?
It was fair, with a high in the low 80s. Entirely unremarkable. Unremarked upon. The sort that you don’t acknowledge because there will be another like it the next day, and the next day, the the following day.
We will have at least three days of unseasonably cool temperatures and overcast skies to mark our entry into mid-June. Fits the mood, I guess.
I didn’t even realize it was the 13th, and a Friday, until late in the day. Well, problems dodged. Not that I’m paraskevidekatriaphobic — though I might be a little afraid of people who are afraid of Friday the 13th. It says something about the power of suggestion, and, well, the power of learned things.
It’s a learned thing, I just learned. In China, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Singapore, Japan, Korea, and Vietnam, some people are wary of the number four, tetraphobia. In Italy, it’s 17, heptadecaphobia, owing to the way the Roman numberals can be moved around. In Afghanistan, the number 39 is a concern. That’s triakontenneaphobia.
Anyway, not much transpired today. I read. I wrote. I read. I petted cats. I put off until tomorrow, or the next day, and so on.
Here’s something productive, I today considered buying a new newspaper subscription. An actual paper. Delivery and everything. Sit at the bar. Read part of the fishwrap over breakfast. Finish up at lunchtime. Scan the ads for posterity. Figure out what to do with a mounting mound of mountainous newsprint.
I’ll do that in a few weeks.
If they deliver this far out.
I am to the point where going retro would feel like an upgrade. That might sound like more to do, but think of all the time I would save by not having to click the pop over ads on a news site, or trying to avoid, or navigate through yet another paywall. I’d actually be getting time back in my life! Supporting a local news business! Wondering, each week, how my $3 per week pays their bills.
(I am aware of the model. I teach the model in a few different classes.)
Anyway, that was the day. Things are lovely. Everyone is lovely. Flowers are blooming. And they will be tomorrow, too.
