I had a wonderful weekend. It was very quiet: after work on Friday I barely left my house, which was completely wonderful. The only things I accomplished was a short list of errands, going to mass, and going to yoga.
On Sunday morning I took a leisurely run through some nearby neighborhoods. I love one in particular because it has a lake and I like to run around the lake:
On this particular morning I saw a lot of wildlife. First of all, I saw lots of geese and ducks ducking into the water and quacking at each other. The geese were fighting about something.
Then, I looked over and saw something strange swimming in the water:
Finally, on the way home, I ran along, minding my own business, when I neared a subdivision entrance. I saw a little furball on the side of the road and grew sad because I figured that someone had run over a cat (it looked tabby). After more consideration, however, I realized that the furball was in fact moving and unballing. Eventually a raccoon head peeked out at me when I was about a foot away from it! I bit my upper lip SO hard to keep from screaming and startling it and ran very quickly away. I don't know much about animals but I do know that I did not want to run right into a raccoon. Luckily, he was too drowsy to do much to me, so I escaped.