Murray here was going on. He had evidently discovered the hole in the floor where a bathroom renovation has been on hold since before Jim started chemo. And he was sitting in my kitchen eating a waffle cone.
So I set some humane traps and went back to bed. It was, after all, 3:30am, and I had gone to bed rather late.
Long story short, Murray ended up in my bedroom. It's a little hard to relax when you know a wild animal is sitting in your closet, watching you try to sleep. Instead of finishing up my work, I spent most of the day trying to capture an opossum, calling wildlife rehab to make sure I didn't need to bring him in for dehydration, and relocating him safely to a nice place in my backyard, close to where he was probably living before invading my home.
So I honestly spent the day so horribly exhausted I actually feel drunk. I can't work like this.
|Artist's Interpretation by Robin White|
Anyways, Murray is back in his own environment outside and I promise I won't clean up my closet, which is now in shambles, until I have posted this week's update.
See you soon!