Why does it always seem that an already bad day cannot help but attract more bad things? Take, for example, today. I’m in the miserable phase of missing Mouse. Work was a beast. I had hit the upper limits of my stress-o-meter hours ago. So, as I drove home from the hospital, my single-minded goal was to get home, crawl into bed, and shut the outside world out. No such luck. Instead, the inner sanctum that is my apartment shut me out. Yup – I was locked out. While I was at work, my landlord dropped by for an inspection, locking the dead bolt on her way out. Too bad the key for the dead bolt was sitting on the dining room table. I wanted to cry when I realized what had happened. It was a sinking feeling of understanding how totally alone I am in this foreign city, with no one to call for back up. No one. How depressing and frightening. This was definitely not the way I had planned on ending my night. Luckily, my good-Samaritan neighbors were home. Even more luckily, I had left my second-floor balcony door slightly ajar. So, thanks to their stepladder and my ability to scale buildings, I was able to scramble up and let myself in. Whew! I guess this could be considered a happy ending, although it hasn’t left me feeling very happy.
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