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I was up so late last night that I didn't get around to walking down to the library until it was almost dark. After stopping to eat ice cream and pick up dinner, it was the rest of the way to dark by the time I walked home. It's very satisfying walking on rough sapling-studded ground in the dark, having to pay attention to the feel and sound of your steps. But not very useful in terms of walking quiet so the animals don't hear you...

So, one cuddleslut cat on the way TO the library, about 60 crows (our local murder must've thrown a party), a spooked cat I accidentally snuck up on about a block from my house on the way home, a weird-sounding critter I didn't see who might've been a frog or a toad, but might've been a bird instead, and the supposition of Mr. Beaver. Which is to say, in his general area of the creek, I saw a round dark object (like a beaver head) moving purposefully cross-current. But who knows, really?

Did not get kilt by a cougar, a vagrant, or a grue.

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