Triskaidekaphobia

I don’t suffer from it. But my son, Robert, does.

However, I’m starting to suspect trying to blog on Saturdays is a lost cause. You see, on Saturdays, we bum around town either in a pack of hoyts TM or — today — my husband and I. Today we hit the re-store for some scrap vinyl and paint. I found a website that swears that the wrong side of vinyl, painted and varnished, achieves an effect similar to floor cloths and more durable. Since we can’t have rugs on the floor because Euclid (the model for Pythagoras in the mysteries) was cloth-trained before we got him, and therefore will come running from across the house to pee on the sock you dropped on the floor two seconds ago, I’ve conceived this idea for protecting the various areas of century-old oak floor that get the most use with floorcloths.
I’m not convinced this vinyl thing is the best of ideas, but I’ll keep you posted on it. Meanwhile the antibiotic is doing its antibioticky thing and my head is clearer than it’s been.
Tomorrow I get to write — hopefully. Fingers crossed.