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Spooky Thoughts

Friends,

It figures Friday the 13th would happen twice in 2020. In fairness, it happens twice most years –three times in 2026, hope you’re not superstitious! In perhaps a sign there may be something to this day’s unfortunate reputation, my first draft of this note, created in my comfy bed, vanished in the ether –so I’m having to re-write it. Fortunately, writing the same content the second time is much faster (granted, some brilliant turn of phrase may be lost in the process). In the spirit of the day, it feels appropriate to share a few spooky facts I noticed this week:

  • A new DNA study shows cats domesticated themselves. One more reason not to trust these aloof creatures! The study was silent on whether witches had any involvement in the domestication process.
  • My local library has a 10 foot tall papier-mâché alebrije of Xólotl, the canine demigod of the underworld. Foolish me thought his name was Cerberus –who needs three heads when a veritable cornucopia of dissonant color can do the torturing for you?
  • In a monumental, yet arguably predictable, display of poor sportsmanship, a septuagenarian narcissist who shall go unnamed still refuses to concede an election he handily lost a week ago (seems longer). The thought of him succeeding in his dictatorial aspirations is truly a spooky prospect!
  • With units of measure that include pinches and dashes and a dozen consisting of thirteen, I suspect bakers invented the new math. By the way someone forgot to send Dunkin’ the memo – my box only has twelve donuts.

Happy Friday the 13th!



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