Was it a skunk? Maybe it was a raccoon? Then again, could it have been a midget just balled up in the fetal position? I wasn't sure at the time, being that I drove by pretty fast, but in thinking about it now for the past days, I'm convinced that what I saw on the road lying neatly on that yellow dividing line, lifeless and otherwise no longer moving and probably long dead, was a raccoon. There are all kinds of wildlife in the immediate area, any of which I suppose, could easily fall victim to a passing vehicle, but that carcass was a raccoon. It had to be. Normally when there is a dead skunk in the road, not only will one see the black and white exterior coloring that is customary of skunks, but usually several feet from the carcass, there is still that lingering scent of whatever the hell it is that those things spray at potential predators and other living signs of danger. I never detected that scent, though in anticipating that I would, I immediately turned off the car's vent. If I can avoid it, I would rather not have the smell of skunk permeate my already old car. As old as my Honda is, the interior of the car does not smell anywhere near what a skunk, dead or alive, does. That thing was was a raccoon though. As far as I know, none of the local area midgets are taking catnaps in the literal middle of the road, regardless of time of day. Process of elimination. Sometimes it works.
I just don't see raccoons becoming roadkill that often, if ever. Skunks. Squirrels. Birds. I see those those things on the road all the time, sometimes dead, sometimes alive. But raccoons dead in the street? Those are rare for me to see when they're alive. I don't see them on the road dead.
Speaking of dead, today marks the end of the 2025-2026 NBA All-Star Weekend. I couldn't care less about these festivities and I want to say that many people, NBA fans or otherwise, likely don't care either. I don't know what happened in the All-Star game this year, which I believe followed a different format this season. What was that format this year? I don't know. I don't give a shit. It was probably not worth watching or even remembering anyway. The modern NBA is just a terrible product and I've struggled to follow the goings-on in the league for nearly a decade. Today's game makes me wish for a return of the 1990's era of the NBA. I don't want to get into any of the details as to why and make this an anti-NBA rant, but suffice it to say that the NBA was just a better game some 30 years ago. I miss it. I think a lot of us who where alive at the time also miss it.
I don't really care much for professional basketball, at least in its current state. I don't really follow college basketball either, though that's pretty much because USC has never had much of a basketball program, at least on the men's side. Even though the Lady Trojans are competitive in women's basketball of late, I can't bring myself to watch them or any variety of women's basketball. I can't do it. I've tried. I figured that once the Super Bowl ended last Sunday, it was time to focus on Major League Baseball again. Spring Training is right around the corner and the season will be underway before you know it.
It's supposed to rain tomorrow in many parts of Southern California. According to my trusty cell phone, there is a 99% chance of rain tomorrow. We shall see. Actually, from what I'm seeing, again on that same cell phone, it's supposed to rain in these parts for most of the week, with a possible reprieve on Friday. I guess that's just as well. The region could use the rain. For much of this winter, the cold just hasn't been there. It's been 80 degrees here some days, which makes it feel that spring and summer are pretty much already here. I'll take this week's rain, though I also would not be surprised if temperatures at the end of February go right back up to 82. Can't even rely on the cold being there at the end of February. Sign of the time perhaps.
Tomorrow is a holiday and otherwise the beginning of my work week. Whatever. As big a dent as I was able to put into my existing work load, I still have more work to do, but as I may have mentioned in a recent entry, I'm not enjoying work as much as I used to. Now, it feels as though I'm just going through the motions. No emotion. No feeling. Not giving a fuck. Nothing. I'm just there. For the foreseeable future and until I'm able to be approved for a much-needed vacation, I'm not really going to care as much as I once did.
Oh, it'll be business as usual, but with fewer fucks given. A lot fewer.
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