Today, at about 5:30am, as I was leaving my humble abode, I saw a shadow on a white picked fence of the house down the block. It was of something with four legs running. I realised that I was seeing something running through the headlights of a car. I thought, "Oh, crap, a dog. Should I go back inside for a few minutes?" Then I decided no, if I did that I might be late for BART.

It is at about this point that I see the first deer.

Yes, I said, deer.

There were three in all, a mom and two babies. When they saw me they left the sidewalk and disappeared with a series of loud cracking branches through someone's yard.

Needless to say, I was jumpy during my walk to BART. I actually made it to the station five minutes earlier and caught an earlier train.

I had been gaging my day by how many kitties I saw and got to pet on my way down the hill. ("I had a two kitty morning, I had my regular kitty and a bonus kitty.") Today, I had a three deer day.