Monday the Thirteenth

Maybe today is lucky because

the car started on the first try,

all my returns were accepted,

and I got the printer to work again.

Or maybe the sun is shining on me

because it actually was,

so much so that I have the tan lines to prove it.

I should’ve known the day would

continue positively when I found

parking downtown AND at Whole Foods,

or when I got all the parts of dinner ready

for serving at the same. damn. time.

Getting a teenager to eat vegetables

was just gravy.

I’ll take a case of these Mondays any day,

no gift receipt or fancy packaging needed.