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Most of my days look startlingly similar. I awake, proceed to my work place, work, return home, eat, play with the kids, bathe the kids, go to sleep. This generally has not inspired much in the way of fodder for my blog. However, the journey to work has been a little unusual during the last couple of days. For instance, yesterday on the way home I saw a truck with its engine on fire–fully ablaze, belching black smoke. You don’t see that everyday. I have also seen a racoon and an armadillo. The armadillo scurried across the road in front of me. The racoon was old roadkill.

The armadillo reminded me our recent weekend getaway to San Antonio. At one of the gift shops along the Riverwalk, they sold stuffed armadillos. I briefly considered getting one but only as a tribute to John Irving’s A Prayer for Owen Meany. He spends an entire chapter talking about a game Owen played with his friend John Wheelwright in which one of them would hide a stuffed armadillo in the attic and the other must find it. The armadillo also serves as an offering of forgiveness when later events threaten to fracture the relationship of the two friends.

I doubt Megan would have allowed me to purchase a stuffed armadillo no matter how symbolic I tried to make it seem. I think Connor would have liked it, just like Owen. I don’t really want a stuffed armadillo. They are sort of creepy.