Speed workouts while dodging the Fuzz

I'm not going to get in a run today (terrible weather, music-playing on which I need to catch up, and a Hebrew words to write and send to my friend Bryan for some t-shirts) , which is why I'll comment on yesterday's run instead. My car started having muffler issues while I was still in Maine, and I wanted to get it taken care of while I was here in MD, so my brother, Taylor, and I dropped it off in town and ran home.
T at the start of the run home, near the corner of Center and Main Streets. I call this one "The Hisser".

It was a short run - no more than three miles - but running with Taylor helped me work on my speed. He's much faster than I am, and I'd brought along my camera to document the event, so I'd slow down to take pictures and would then have to sprint to catch up with him. I can feel the results of that workout today.

T approaching the pig, hidden oh-so-cleverly in the cluster of trees. We're not too keen on the local fuzz.

When we got back to the house we kept going and did a little meandering around the neighborhood, down along the creek that snakes its way through the outskirts of the development.

Terabithia. Actually just watched the movie Bridge to Terabithia this morning with my 14 year-old brother, Romka, who was home sick from school - his first sick day ever - and nephew, Jack.

It was a beautiful day in the upper 30s, and made being outdoors all the more pleasant. I love running around here, too; despite the sprawling patches of new houses, there's still so much open land.

So in addition to bro-ing down with T (he and I do not ever call one another by anything other than our first initials), I've been spending a lot of time with this one:
Gail, my niece, who smells faintly of spit-up. She's nothing short of lovely.