An adult raccoon has spent the entire day on the roof of the building across from mine, snoozing and licking its crotch.
You notice such things when you spend most of your day in front of the computer, shovelling word-coal into a very slow-moving novel-in-progress.
One other thing I've been doing is putting together a grant application for the Canada Council. (Hey, it's free money.) Given the odds against my seeing dollar one from that institution, and the difficulty I've had in making said novel-in-progress sound like something that more than eight people will want to read, I may as well have spent my day snoozing and licking my own crotch, too.
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