It was a stressful weekend -- my anger boiling to a point of wanting to act out, so I walked about 3 hours. I walked in areas where I have never been and saw a few neat things, but mostly just thought and felt. I startled two rabbits from their creek-side burrows Apart from them, the birds, and one cat, I saw nothing of much interest. I did see some very-well hidden businesses that would not be seen by local passerbys as they were off a side street and lacked very large signs. One street had wonderfully lazy road crews tar and gravel the road without removing the manhole covers, so -- they are permanently fixed. Smart, really smart.
The next day, still frustrated as the problem didn't go away really, I walked about 3 some miles and saw a curious raccoon, bewildered by my intrusion, but slowly crawled away into a "safer" spot -- a cover under a bridge. I did not have my camera, but with my slow movements likely put less stress on the animal as I backed up a bit then walked away from it. It looked at me as if I were about to scold it.
My friend who called, reporting this, also had a hell of a weekend. In all -- my stress and anger are ill-suited for my minimal stress. Others, well-deserving a reprieve were granted none. In perspective -- I wish I had carried their load -- their hell with me as I walked. My feet, smearing the mud of wasted and of ill with each step -- eventually empty of most of my load.
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