Bad Ju Ju, Vulcans, and Purses on the Floor

As I am writing this, it is Friday, the 13 of January. I hadn't given it much thought until this morning. Following my semi-ritual, I woke up around 6 am or so, opened my I-pad and checked email. Aarrgh, 56 pieces of mail and only 20 "real" ones and of those, only a few I wanted to look at. I'll save my cooking.com, and such for later. Much spam, in spite of spam filters. No, I'm NOT interested in barnyard babes, or helping a Nigerian Prince put millions in my bank account. Next I checked my sales status for ebooks on Amazon and Barnes and Noble—yay! another sale in the UK— then went to Flip, a central place for my Twitter, Facebook, and News. Lots of stuff about Friday the 13th.