There is really nothing substantive in this post. But I just realized that I had 13 posts for today, and I had to do one more, to get the number to 14.
I'm not given to unreasonable fears, really I'm not. I'm a bit of an agoraphobic and a claustrophobe -- I like to be inside, but in a really big house. And I have to brush my teeth the same number of times in exactly the same way each time -- oh, wait, that's obsessive and compulsive, not phobic.
And I suffer from just the tiniest bit of triskaidekaphobia. I don't care about the number 13 all that much -- the 13th floor of a hotel, being the 13th in line, stuff like that; even Friday the 13th doesn't freak me out. But I left work at lunch one day to go to the barbershop, looked at my odomoter when I got there and saw that I had driven exactly 13.0 miles so far that day. I had to drive around the block so that the odometer read 13.6 when I parked. Furthermore, I can't stop on 26.0 on the second day of driving for the week, which is 13.0 times two, or 39.0 on the third day. (Did I also mention that I have to turn the odometer back to zero at the start of the week or it puts me out of sorts for days and days? But that's another post.)
But that's it for my No. 13 obsession. Except, apparently, this newly discovered fear of having 13 posts in one day. Oh, dear, that last sentecnce was 13 words and that just won't