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Today somebody told me that, after my dinner I should go and read a book on a front–porch swing. It didn’t even have to be mine. Just enjoy the night.

While trespassing.

Couldn’t have happened on a better day.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia is the fear of Friday the 13th.¹ Yes, I’m breaking weeks–long silence to talk about this again.

1. I certainly like it better than friggatriskaidekaphobia. Not that friggatriskaidekaphobia is a bad word, or anything. I just like paraskevidekatriaphobia better. If it were possible, of course, for to one could like that sort of thing. ↩