This month I am writing with the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Community. In case you were wondering, this is the second of three Fridays on the 13th in 2026. (the last one is in November).
In my defense, it was cold in the space they ask you to wait for those pesky scans looking inside of the recess of your body where nobody should brave to go. Plus, they give you a robe sized for fashion models washed 3650 times.
Then you wait and the screaming monkeys reach their own crescendo inside your head. I was worrying about: my children their children, my students, former students, their students, the weather, time......as I wound myself tighter than a cuckoo clock. UNTIL, the technician, turned my raging train of thought into a puddle of laughter with, "Aren't you glad you are getting this done today, rather than on Friday, the 13th?" I had to agree with that!
2 comments:
His definition of glad might be different from mine. Continued best.
I forgot that today is Friday the 13th. Hmmm. The description of the robe is the perfect detail to say a lot about the experience without saying much. Good to get those scans and hope they're all clear.
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