So, it’s Friday the 13th. And aside from a few grumpy kids this morning and a cantankerous toilet, there has -so far!- been not a hint of unluckiness. We have a transmission that is questionable and we happen to be lake bound which could be a dicey combo, but I know we’ll get there one way or the other. Really, whatever the rest of the day entails, it will all be good as we have just come from Mass where Max served beautifully and we are on our way to the most beautiful place I know. Does that make us lucky? Perhaps, though I prefer blessed. Beyond measure we are blessed.

Right?!