4:20

[Drunk Monk]

Just popped awake and am now tweaking on the break in. We had a break in at our Fremont house back in 2008. That’s when we first got Jingles and we had left the sliding glass door ajar so he could go out in the yard. It was pinned with a rod so it could only open so far. But a skinny person must have gotten through. I remember some kid had come by - a door to door sales person - who I’m certain was casing the place in retrospect. That house was set up in a a way that there was no place for a dog door. Greg was in town and kindly cut a hole in the wall, introducing me to the glories of a sawzall.

It’s such a violation after a break in. I feel I cannot trust the house to be secure any more. It reminds me of how I felt after that 2008 break in, but a bit worse because I can’t be at my mom’s most of the time. 

Sliding glass doors are dumb.