Hilariously, I was in bed and asleep before midnight last night.

We just swapped out! I now remember why I stopped staying up late -- it's not about staying up, but now I've slept til 10, so will have a hard time going to bed early tonight/waking up early tomorrow/etc.

Day-um. I slept for 9.5 hours last night. Haven't done that in a while. Like, a 35 years while.

Sounds good to me, Calli!

When I do oversleep -- which isn't often -- it feels like I get my best quality sleep between 6-8 AM, which is just WRONG.

It was great. But now my sense of time is way off. It feels like 9:30 local time, but really it's nearly 11:30. Luckily I have no time-sensitive tasks today. Just getting in a walk, taking the cat out for a bit, and trying these odd gourd things in a zucchini bread recipe.

My neighbor is very lucky I took a break from vacuuming. I therefore could hear him yelling for me.

He'd accidentally locked himself out on his deck, but the second floor balcony was unlocked, so I could go out on mine and into his house to let him in.

He's now off to Ace to make spare keys for me and Teresa ( neighbor on the other side.)

Good neighbor!

This reminds me of locking myself out of my house when I was 8 months prego with Brendon. When I got out of the shower I noticed that there was a dead animal on the outside patio and I wanted to get a paint bucket and brick to cover it until DH could get home to deal with it, and so the dog would not get into it. I wrapped a huge towel around myself and went out to take care of it, and found I had locked myself out.

I knew the neighbor across the street very well, but not so much the one next door. So I watched carefully for no traffic in sight and dashed across the street. They weren't home!!! So I as discretely as possible dashed across again to the neighbor next door. (Mary Hartman! and her DH Warren) Mary was working, but Warren answered and called my friend that had a key to the house for me.

A few weeks later I ran into the son and his father had told the family about the incident, but he never mentioned that I was clad only in a towel. I thought that was just so sweet and gentlemanly of him.

Well, considering I've been: rescued from the roof, borrowed a ladder to get on the deck when the cats locked me out, and had to retrieve spare keys at least 2x when I locked myself out doing yard work in the back, I'm happy to rescue someone else.

Wow, that's a lot....hmmm.

I'm very glad my current front door can't lock me out. Unless I lose the key when I'm outside and then I have a spare hidden on the porch.