Evil raccoons had a big old party on our deck last night. They tore up a bunch of cacti and succulents and smashed a pot my friend Tina painted for me. I hope they got spines in their awful little dexterous paws. Also I was almost run off the road by a semi truck, and my dinner was this side of revolting. Tomorrow will be better.
Update, 1:27 a.m.: Also I came home to a postcard from the DPS warning me that a high-risk sex offender moved in one street over and a block down. I'm not sure how I feel about them doing that. What am I supposed to do with this information? Am I supposed to feel more safe? Feel less safe? Stop going outside? Round up a vigilante mob? Not bake him welcome-to-the-neighborhood cookies?
If it were next door, I'd want to know. A quarter-mile away, well, I just assume there are some bad people out there and take precautions anyway.
Ugh.