These silly guys make me laugh, even though they continue to bring critters into the house. This morning the possum was in our closet. Patrick said it looked like the same one because it was missing a tuft a hair on its back and didn’t seem overly bothered by the dogs. This second visit earned it a trip to a nearby park. I hope it finds new friends.
I’m grateful once again that this possum survived, and I fervently hope another does not take its place. I’m also grateful for a relatively non-stressful Monday at work, an engaging new book I started tonight, and limoncello almonds that are a lovely treat.