Garage Door Opened On It's Own...Again

Today, yet again, I am thankful for a place to document the crap.

Some time between 8:15 am and 11:00 am, my garage door opened on it's own.

Nothing appears to be missing, not even the credit card I kept in my unlocked car.

I know for a fact the door was closed because I went out to get something out of our freezer around 8:15 am and the door was closed.

Now, because I'm volunteering with nurses my schedule is erratic. Some days I'm asked to work the overnight shift, some days I work the day shift and other days I work evenings.

My sleep schedule is off. The garage door must've opened during a nap I took between 9:30 and 11:00 today.

I'm going to just disconnect the garage door opener. I cannot imagine how this is happening.

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Now.....I do have to press my garage door opener twice to get it to open. I was informed that this meant there was a code grabber on the property.

https://www.wired.com/2015/08/hackers-tiny-device-unlocks-cars-opens-garages/

I cannot find any evidence of a code grabber on the property.

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This happens quite a bit. Each time it happens I feel like I'm crazy or stupid. Due to my doubt, I started to make a log of events as well as times I've checked the garage door.

The nice thing is that I know I'm not making it up.

I still don't understand the motive. Maybe some one just wants me to feel like I'm going crazy?

I don't know.

I need a good security camera for the garage.

It'll be nice to get that new locking garage door and opener soon.

Love ya,

S.

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Visiting the Graveyard in my Hometown and Addressing Fears I'll Soon Join the Party

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