So we’re coming up on the seventh anniversary of The Event, which should mean that we’re past the statutory seven-year bad luck period of whatever caused it, right? I don’t remember walking under any ladders or breaking any mirrors, but it’s possible that I opened an umbrella in the house or that I crossed paths with a black cat, most likely because I was trying to pet it.¹ But anyway, this isn’t a post about good luck or bad luck or even anniversaries, really. This is a post about saving throws.