In medias res

In a sparkling example of pain-induced imcompetence, I recently made two copies of F’s keys and gave them to Dr. M. so she could get into my house. I only realized the mistake when Dr. M. told me it didn’t work on my door.

In my defense, I haven’t used my house keys in two months, since I’m not there very often anymore. When I am, the door is always unlocked because we have, hello, two apparently ferocious dogs who love nothing more than lounging by the door and barking at people.

B’s place, which is where I spend most of my time when I’m not limping in to the office, is in full remodel mode. This week, we won’t even have heat due to drywalling in progress.

It’s fantastic!