Seems like it’s been a while since we’ve had one of those. Usually, they’re pretty good days for me. The 13th, besides being my birthday, has often been a good number for me. I was born on the 13th, married on the 13th and even met my wife on a 13th.

Yesterday, all things considered, I suppose went well. Magnus went in to the vet, but got a semi-clean bill of health (though we’re still having to feed him ourselves) and I got antibiotics for the bite I endured getting him out from under the bed.

Any day that doesn’t end in the death of a loved one (or yourself, I suppose) is a good one. Happy to be above ground, and to have the people I love still with me.

You could always ask for more, but if that’s the standard for contentment, then life will be a breeze and everything else is gravy.

Aim high, expect little, and whatever is, let it be.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 1065 words, novella: The Mungk