I've always considered February my personal bad luck month. A couple of negative things have happened to me this month so far, but nothing horrible. I completely forgot yesterday was the 13th, but in fact, I've never seen Friday the 13th to be any worse than any other day in a pretty gloomy depressing month. I'm looking forward to a nice dinner with my husband at a favorite restaurant. We live in a tourist town and once we realized that Valentine's day was falling on a Saturday, we'd better decide on the place and book it, pronto. Now all of our friends are complaining because there isn't a table in town. Ah, well.