At some point on Thursday I was idly chatting with a few of my kids and I realized that the next day was going to be Friday the 13th. As I was already aware that several key staff members were going to be out, I said, out loud and in front of witnesses, that we were going to be in for a mess of a day.
And honestly? I ended up picking up two periods of class coverage but Friday ended up being a really chill day at work. And then I get in the car to go home and on the drive home it starts settling in that I’m getting sick, and then … boom. Fucking Covid.
I’m not typically particularly superstitious and I don’t remember the last time I even noticed a Friday the 13th, so this is an extra special layer of bullshit on the cake.
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