12 years ago today, my friend Jos was killed. I've come to regard this day with great reverence and also superstition. I've been dumped on this day, and had other horrifying things happen on around this day (2 years ago, my mom's dog, literally the center of her life, was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Today, he's totally beaten the odds and the tumor seems to have regressed), so I enter each August 29 with great caution.

So far, nothing has happened, but it's only 11:13 am so I'm remaining cautious.

I'm also pausing a moment to remember Jos, a wonderful person who left this earth far too soon. Rather than repeat myself, here's what I had to say last year on this day.