walk thirteen was the soul of difference to walk fourteen counting down. firstly, i pondered and settled my mind about the stupid interlude of yesterday. second i put a dab of bergamot on my pinkies and held them to the hollow behind my ears for a minute with closed eyes and saw a slowly spiraling galaxy of stardust or simply dust. thirdly that jerk at work? don't worry about it. gonesville. forthly, i read the om post about setting yourself, and being ready to let the stupid subside with a smile and walk on. fith, bear was a dream girl, connecting with her eyes and not pulling, and i realized my agitated vibe influences not just my amygdala but little bear's too. sixth, maybe she didn't get five mile the prong run: i didn't see the prong on the door coat-hook. six is enough to see that also, seven, every day is truly a different day.