We figured out the mystery of the guy last night -- turns out he's neither a psycho serial murderer nor a crackhead who misses his ghost dog -- apparently (after he showed up again last night, banged on all the doors at the end of our hall again, and Adrianne called the front desk, and they called her back) his coworker lives in a room 2 doors down from ours and he couldn't remember which one. So he tried them all. At 5am in the morning. But he's not a psycho, so don't worry.

Enjoying a bit of rare Merced sunshine today...