Day 2,731 —We are not Raccoons— with my PICTURE of a TICKET BOOTH

Woke up a little more refreshed than usual. So many new tasks keep cropping up all having the potential of stopping me from leaving for work on time. I should not compensate by cutting back on reading, writing, and running, but that is what I am doing. 

I saw a raccoon by the “SIDEWALK CLOSED” sign. It ran into the storm drain, never to be seen again. I wonder if the raccoon’s plan is to stay put in the drain for a moment, or does the raccoon live down there? Or is it a tunnel that takes the fury creature all over the city? 

You and I will never know.