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.

I never lock my doors, so I must have somehow pushed the button in or something.

Wow, that's a lot of locking out! I've done it twice in my current place--both times I had my car keys but for some reason not my house keys (the front door is a deadbolt, if I"m not driving, but the garage door is a flip lock). Once I had to call a locksmith and once I was luckily going the same place as my roommate at the time, so just let him know and worked it out. But there've been a few times where I just got lucky. I keep thinking I need to install one of those keycode locks on the front door, but haven't gotten around to hiring someone (in theory I could do it but I worry if I tried I'd screw it up and end up with no lock on the front door!)

I locked myself out of the house once when I was first dating Dan. I didn't have a phone with me, of course, so I couldn't call him, so I "liberated" a neighbor's ladder and I climbed up onto the roof and then I opened my bedroom window I knew was unlocked. I lost my shoe climbing up the ladder, but Dan really thought I was a badass after that!

I installed my keycode lock on the front door, meara, I'm sure you could do it! And I never lock myself out anymore.

So, finally got back to the pool (the gym never did announce that the pool was open again like they said they would, but I figured by now it would have to be, and it was) and the good news is I can swim one full length of freestyle without stopping to rest. The bad news is I can just barely do that and I don't think I'll be able to get from where I am now to being able to swim the equivalent of 4 laps without stopping (and then hop on a bike for 4 miles but that is almost beside the point) in three weeks. I just missed too much training time in July. I think I need to drop out of my triathlon and do a later one. Disappointing.