Portable support

There was a lot of roadkill on the road this morning.
I'm going to be working with a group until around ten tonight, so I was able to have a 'leisurely' morning: got up at 6:30 and went for a nice seven mile run in the rain (it should have been 8 but I just couldn't take the humidity). I think something about the wet weather, in the wake of all the heat we had been having, that called to all the little frogs and toads and moles and even one skunk and as I ran this morning I had to keep taking leaping steps to avoid all of their poor flattened bodies. I saw one very pregnant frog who looked as though she had exploded at the roadside. Its really enough to make you nauseous. And the slugs. They're awful. Very orange and long and they have crept out of the fields and onto this one particular section of road and something about the heat--some of them have sort of dessicated and dried out and they sort of ~pop~ if you step on them. During that stretch I run in the middle of the road, where they are at their fewest, if at all possible.
Sometimes I try and ignore the roadkill, and on other days, if I'm feeling at all morbid I think of them as warnings to me, or to all runners on that road, that cars cannot be trusted, that maybe humanity itself cannot be trusted.
today wasn't one of those days though, because I knew that when I got back to my apartment there was a nice shower and fantastic wheat toast with peanutbutter waiting for me, and a long list of weekday-type errands to run before work.
Days like this make me wish I worked part time. Or not at all. By noon I had gotten loads accomplished and was ready to eat and take a nap instead of coming in to work, but sadly it was not to be.
Maybe some other time.