90 minutes of uninterrupted reading time

This day did not go as I had envisioned. It happens. I had so much that I want to get done. I did get the two most important things done on my list (New felt creation. Pictures to follow. I made it while watching The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, which may be one of my favorite old timey movies. Rex Harrison is such an excellent grumpy guy.) but everything else was stymied by me locking myself out of my apartment for an hour and a half. I just went out to get the mail and habit took over and I locked the door behind me. I realized just as it clicked shut with my keys and phone inside. Katie wasn't going to be home for hours and Flo, the apartment manager, was no where to be seen. I tried to have a stiff upper lip about the whole thing so I stoically collected the mail and sat on my stoop with a view of the parking lot to catch Flo's return and read the Sports Illustrated that came today.

90 minutes later I had finished reading every article in the magazine, including the ones about the NFL, which under normal circumstances I would have completely ignored because do people actually care about pro football? Don't answer that. Even though I was sitting in the shade I was still a sweaty mess and was feeling kind of bummed about the whole lost afternoon business and also kind of dumb because gee whiz how many times does this need to happen before I learn my lesson and start dispensing spare keys to all my neighbor. So I wasn't my best self when Flo finally returned and I went over to get a key. So when, after handing over the key, Flo said, "Honey, you are really looking so good today." I just about wept because it may have been the nicest thing that anyone could have said to me at that moment.

I officially take back all the things I've said about Flo's 90 year old legs and how sometimes they give me the willies.