The guy came back. He opened our fence gate (the only lock we didn’t get changed) and tried to - I can only assume - get into the house again.
I was supposed to do a photo-lineup yesterday, but the police detective didn’t call back. Maybe they finally caught him. We’ll see…
Every time I wake up in the night I have to look out my window, which overlooks the back yard. I keep hoping I will see him so I can call the police and get him arrested. All I end up seeing is rats in the alley.
*sigh*
However, I did have a great date last night. So flippin’ adorable. And he knows how to make a great dessert. I was a happy boy - on many levels 
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If you haven’t heard from him yet, call the Det. back. MPD (I presume you live in the city) is not known for being responsive, although I was plesed to read how they reacted to your situation. I have some work experience with them and unfortunately the culture of that dept is rapt with apathy.
I enjoy your blog. Happy to hear about the date