Friday the 13th Came on a Monday this Month

 Boy,  howdy, did it ever.  All sorts of things went cleverly wrong that day.  It was topped off by being an hour late to band practice due to the county fiddling around with the road I take and turning three lanes into one for several miles.   Several miles, I may add, during which, traveling through the Naval base as we do, there is no place to even turn off and try for a different route.

Things in general have not been chugging along quite as smoothly the rest of this week as we might have hoped.  But you're not interested in that.   Still, we have been carrying on as best we can in our advanced state of decrepitude.  Not much of a post, I agree.  But than it hasn't been much of a week.

And you're right:  "cleverly" isn't quite right.  And not really the word I was looking for in any case.  But Roget's hasn't helped find that perfect word hiding out in the back of my mind.   So, I've just left "cleverly" in place.  At first glance it does look like it might mean something deep.    At first glance.

Oh, yes, and even though it's no longer Friday-the-13th-on-Monday,  it's still good advice: don't break any ladders or walk  under any black cats and don't be superstitious.  It's bad luck to be superstitious.