In my recent discussion of human superstition, I learned about the fear of Friday the 13th, but I believe the more accursed day must be today, Monday the 13th, the day before Valentine’s Day.
April has been very anxious (and has therefore been making me very anxious) about our Valentine’s Day plans. I regret to say that I still have no solid plan in place for tomorrow, and it is only a few hours away. It is said that fear can be palpable. This cannot be any more true than when facing the wrath of a woman. April is going to kill me if I do not think of something fast.
To be clear, the phrase “going to kill me” is not used in hyperbole. April knows my true identity and can bring about all manner of harm, some of which I cannot imagine.
If you never hear from me again, you know why.
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