… is supposed to be bad luck. So far, not so bad, though. I’m having a boring but succesful day at work (Edison’s quote about 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration – he forgot the part where much of that is deadly dull), I’m leaving work very, very soon to go look at the bits of Arts Fest we didn’t get to yesterday, I have a large box of sock yarn & other goodies awaiting me at home, Tamie just brought me chocolate…
and this is the view out my office window:
This will have to do double-duty as the Friday photo, because really, how can you beat men in kilts? Er, top. No wait, I mean… Oh well.
One response to “Friday the thirteenth…”
stop beating the poor men. Their socks will fall down.