Kage Baker was a firm devotee of Walt Kelly and his merry Okefenokee Crew – Pogo Possum, Albert Alligator, Howland Owl, Churchy La Femme the turtle, et al.
One of their trademarks was a (quite warranted) dread of Friday the 13th. Churchy was especially unnerved by the phenomenon, though he was a trifle uncertain about the details of the event. Whenever the 13th of a month rolled around, he would exclaim in horror, “Friday the 13th come on a (fill in the day of the week) this month!” And he’d panic and head for safety and seclusion.
Kage thought this made sense, and greeted at least half the 13ths in the year this way. She didn’t always retreat to her hermitage safe room, but it was a great excuse if you were so inclined … “Friady the 13th come on a Thursday this month,” she would declare. “We need to drive to Cambria.” And we would.
Well, Dear Readers, this month Friday the 13th come on a Monday. And I quit. Besides, it’s already 6:17 and the Top Gear lads are driving hilariously through Bolivia. Or trying to. I’m gonna go enjoy the predicaments of people whose problems are worse than mine – I am not, after all, stuck on a raft in the middle of the Amazon River in a Toyota with a flat tire.
Later, dudes and dudettes. Must go now. As Albert always was wont to say, “The Cherokees is escaped from Fort Mudge!”