...to discover that I'd locked myself out.
I'd turned the interior knob-lock to "lock" so I could take a shower, you see, without the fear of the workman just barging in on me. And thanks to my memory buffer being broken, I forgot that I'd done it.
So. Am currently in the Watertown Library, with nothing but the clothes on my back. (Thank goodness I had an old pair of shoes in my stairwell.) I am deeply frustrated, as I have a lot to do today, and I can't get back into my house to do any of it. Plus I really ought to nap today.
Plus I haven't had lunch, and I don't have any money.
...it's a good thing I was dressed. I do check for mail in my pajamas sometimes.
So yes! Anyone in the Watertown area feel like treating me to lunch while I wait for my landlords to get home?
EDIT:
ALSO EDIT: They told Adam they left the key in the mailbox. Okay. Had lunch with Emily, came home, fished key out -
It's the wrong key.
I tell the lazy idiot workman (this installation was supposed to be done on Friday). He doesn't believe me. I invite him to try it himself. He does so, and must admit that yes, it's the wrong key. So I sit in the dusty stairwell with my kid until the landlord comes back and unlocks the fucking door.
So I'm finally back in my house.
I'm taking a nap.