The girl I left behind me...

I can't turn my brain off; if I could, I would, occasionally. Stop thinking about things and just...whatever. But I can't. So I just let myself overthink and keep a journal to help me articulate the non-stop hamster wheel inside my head.

But!

I do have alternative offerings for those of you who are tired of listening to me run in circles inside my own head.



They're called "Mapaches" in Spanish.

Umkay. As I mentioned previously, I was bitten by a raccoon last night. See, we have a deck and a woods in back of our house. Having raccoons come by to visit (along with squirrels, chipmunks, and many other sorts of fuzzy creatures) is nothing out of the ordinary, and we enjoy feeding them. Not like full-scale don't-feed-the-bears stuff; we put out sunflower seeds for the birds and everything else happens to like eating the seeds as well. So last night there was a raccoon out on the deck and I went to go refresh the supply of seeds. I had a palmful of seeds and I stuck my hand out the door; the raccoon darted in and gave my left pointer and middle fingers an experimental taste.

It wasn't an aggressive move, and she didn't grab and pull or anything. It was just a little nip that got a little out of hand because it startled us both and we both pulled away, so instead of just a puncture, the teeth made little cuts in my fingers. I didn't bother with anything other than washing it out and wrapping it up with antibacterial ointment; I've got all my shots and everything...but it still makes a good story! In fact, I told Gerald about it at work this morning and within ten minutes, everyone on shift knew I'd been bitten by a raccoon. And of course there was the requisite number of jokes about rabies and lockjaw all day. I'm not worried. ;)