In our last +1, we had fun dominating our dishes with Byron Katie. Get this: The same day I was thinking about that, I was driving to my sunrise trail on a rare, magically misty morning in Ojai. I’m at a stop sign a minute from our house. I glance at Byron Katie’s little chapel on my left then back ahead of me. Right then a little squirrel scurries across the telephone wire, stops in the middle, almost seems to look at me, then continues on his way.