So do I write about another day of off and on rain? I swear the yard gets muddier by the moment. The only things surviving are the weeds.

Or do I write about the close encounter of the opossum kind I had last night? Yikes! I am so glad I flick on the light and look before I walk out the back door. We’ve had skunks, a HUGE raccoon, and now a large old opossum. He didn’t like my slapping cardboard boxes together and yelling at him to get out of my yard. You could tell he was old, he was arthritic in the back legs and moved stiffly. I got a lot of tooth display from him but he left. I don’t mind him hanging around if he stays out of leash range from the back door for both his and Lucy’s sake.

Then there’s another afternoon session of The Curmudgeon with his OT guy. I get a laugh out of this guy. He’s figured The Curmudgeon out and doesn’t let him try to baffle him with bullshit.

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