"If you're going to take any risks, I hope it's worth it for you."
I wrote in the morning, 5 years ago, when Friday the 13th fell on Friday, and I did take risks and it was totally worth it for me, that day when I fell in love with Meade.
As the first commenter, the aptly-named Pogo, said: "Friday the 13th is even worse when it falls on a Monday."
Today, Friday the 13th comes on Thursday. Tomorrow, actual Friday, is Valentine's Day. Find love today.
ADDED: Later this morning, I happen to write a post that causes me to create a new tag — handwriting — which I apply retroactively to things in the archive and it gets me back to a post that's also from 5 years ago, 5 years and 12 days ago to be precise, with a picture of me from the 1970s that my then-husband took. In the comments, the then-husband comes in to say "Hi, Ann," and Meade — in his fabulous green-pants phase — said: