I would never budge 'till spring, crept over me windowsill
I love maple syrup on toast,
...And I love listening to Angry Mob, but it wasn't very feasible while running because I almost left my heart and lungs and uterus on the road for the birds and mice and cats and (some) dogs to pick on. It was another error of judgment on my part (or plain misfortune) to take the longer route because at the opposite end, this little (old) man was walking his two comparatively larger hounds which I am positive are Great Danes. These are also what my brother and I call FruckingBigDogs. I also had to choose today to show compassion to my very lonely dogs before I ran, (and they sat around me while I was reading in the morning) so I was quite sure that even though I washed my hands, there were still some stray invisible canine molecules on me. But then came a great white light in the form of headlights from a giant crummy truck that separated the road between me and the Danes, so you see god truly is a machine (at least for today). As the truck passed me I suppose the little man and his Cerberus(es) turned somewhere else as the Natural Order of Things was restored and I was the only soul on the road once again.
Ob-la-di Ob-la-da!