the pettiness of my own issues can always be seen if i make the slightest effort to look around me. even just right next door.
one of the messages i wasn’t able to retrieve was from amy, who had left her garage door open which i thought was odd and not like her. there’s a POSSUM sleeping in a box in their garage; it got in the other day and knocked everything off all the shelves and created a big mess. and now clearly it is cold and doesn’t want to move.
maybe i’ll go over there right now and check on it. i guess i won’t take mollie, who i’m sure would love a delicious possum midmorning snack.