Well, that was an exciting way to end the day.
First, yesterday: My new tenant moved in. Finally! I found a tenant, and a normal person at that. She had a couple of trips on Saturday, hauling the amazing amount of stuff that’s always needed during a move. That went fine.
I then had a wonderful evening with Mandy, as usual, watching Princess Mononoke and My Neighbor Totoro. Yes, anime. But really good anime. And she enjoyed them. So there.
And I just got home from a fun day: Spent most of the day
So I returned her call and said smoothly that I’d be home in about an hour. Fortunately, she was at a friend’s house, so I didn’t have to worry about her sitting on my doorstep for an hour. I then looked down at my keyring:
Since I never use the handle lock, I don’t keep the key for it on my keyring. It was sitting in my desk at home. Locked inside.
That worried me for a few minutes, but as I started driving, I thought, No, I’m not going to spend the next hour fretting over this when there’s nothing I can do about it until I get home anyway. I let myself explore occasional possible courses of action, but beyond that I just drove and listened to Gundam SEED music.
I got home, and sure enough, I couldn’t get in. OK. I tried slamming my body against the door; no luck. So I sighed, shifted my weight into one leg, summoned all my Tai Chi practice, and lashed out with the other leg at the door.
Bang! The door slammed open. Fortunately, there’s a large gap between the door and the doorjamb at that point (it’s the deadbolt that fits snugly), and when I hit it with that much force, it just snapped open. Didn’t even do any damage to the door.
So, whew! I’m home, and safe, and boy am I glad I’m learning Tai Chi.