Radford

I mentioned before that I have a new running partner. He's a raccoon. I've named him Radford. Rad used to hang with me by the pool while I swam/ran like an idiot during the hurt foot saga. He'd dangle his little paw in the water and watch me bob up and down like a spasticated buoy. He'd also tag along with me on my actual runs around the nature preserve, running with the same ungainly gait as me so as not to make me feel stupid about myself.

Lately, though, I've been on a taper, so I haven't been running. Radford has been left confused, alone. So he has begun meeting me at my garage each night. He waits for me to get out of my car and then follows me to my stairwell. I've told him time and time again that I have no food for him and that I signed a clause specifically forbidding me from feeding the woodland creatures (even the ones who hang out under my ass for shelter from the storms, yes). It doesn't matter to him. He just cocks his head and sometimes walks up and taps me on the shoe. He's been there everyday for 2 weeks, and tonight was no exception.

I love Radford.