Yesterday's fabulousness

This is why yesterday was fabulous: I went running. I saw a blob on the path. I recognized it as either a frog or a toad, and since I can't remember seeing a toad since childhood, I really wanted it to be a toad. It was... frogular, kind of, and if I had to guess, more froggish than toadish. But I am not sure. It was not adjacent to a body of water. I tried to catch it. I'm still not conceding its frogness, but I have to admire the way it leapt across the path to escape me with froggish abandon. If you haven't chased a frog recently, frogs jump wildly, flinging themselves up and forward. Their long floppy legs flop back and sideways and they land where they land; they don't have much control over that since they can leap much higher and farther than they can see. It would be great if people could toss themselves in the air with such gleeful cluelessness. Except we would most likely break lots of bones and land on something that would impale us. Anyway, long story short, I lost the frog in the grass, but not until I saw it trying to hide from me. It did a good job hiding under mere blades of grass. I was happy for it, and for me. Creatures are cool. I saw a frog! (Or toad.)