Beware black cats. Don't step under any ladders. While you're at it, don't step on cracks in the sidewalk.
Today is Friday the 13th.
If you're superstitious, follow my advice outlined above; if not, do like me: kick back, pour yourself a cup of Joe, fingerhug your pen, and write something.
As every widow knows, everything in life is temporary - even Friday the 13th - and tomorrow is another day.
It's blue skies and biting wind where I live. Outside my window two gray squirrels whisk their bushy tails as they sit upright and nibble acorns clasped tightly in their tiny hands, or is it paws? They are oblivious to what day of the month it is.
My small dog Izzy snores, his little cat purrs.
And that's the way it is, 20 miles north from where the World Trade Center used to be.
Have a joy-filled day, Widows. And remember, we're not alone.