bogeyandruby

Random stuff, reflections on the meaning of life and death, humour, self-deprecation, a bit of bad poetry.

Day thirteen. Prime number, Fibonacci number, compound number, lucky number, evil number. 

To my mother’s dismay, I once chose a wedding date on the 13th only to watch the groom drive away in my car a few weeks before and never come back. 
There is not much to say about this day as it cannot be reduced to anything more optimistic than itself out of thirty. It is two days short of the half-way mark.
We have run out of food. Whole30 food. 
Black coffee isn’t so bad this morning.
Thirteen shall be my mantra today. Om shanti thirteen ….

2 thoughts on “Thirteen

  1. Unknown's avatar Boy Blue says:

    we have not run out of food, the chef has been busy. Easy food requires prep.

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  2. Versus food is easy to prep.

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