Bad Luck

I was smoking on my porch a few minutes ago (I know, I know) and there was a black cat sitting in the courtyard. It would not take its eyes off me. I stared back with some alarm, partly because I'm allergic to cats and I hope it doesn't belong to my neighbors or anything and partly because I've always heard that a black cat crossing one's path signals that bad luck is on the way. I'm not usually one to buy into superstitions, but maybe there's something to all this - it was awfully creepy, after all. Actually, as I closed the screen door and came inside, I saw a flash of lightning and heard a thunderbolt crack. Uh-oh?

I guess that's not really an adventure either, but frankly, I'm boring and bored and at a loss for something else to write. Deal with it.