
I don't know why we should treat Friday the 13th any differently than, say, a Thursday the 12th. Or Monday the 24th.
But there will be people who will be tempted not to get out of bed today. They will pull the covers over their heads and lay low. No, they don’t have the flu.
When Friday, that glorious on-ramp to the weekend, collides with the number 13, it becomes the most dreaded day on the calendar.
It is 24 hours that cannot be trusted. Keep all black cats and ladders at a distance.