Saw Otto again tonight. This was the most interaction we've had. I was coming around a bend, when there he was. Waiting at the side of the road, starting to inch his way through the creeping fog. I headed towards the middle of the road--there were no other cars. Instead of running in front of my tires, he ran alongside my car. I went slow so he wouldn't get out of breath. I think if I'd opened the passenger's side door, he would have hopped on in.

You know your life is pathetic when you look for a suicidal opossum during your drives.