So... after a nice day of reading at home, I thought I'd go get the mail. Went to retrieve the mailbox key from the hook and...
Oh. No.
I instantly flashed on my keys in my jacket on the bed in the Cuz's spare room.
Called them. Yes, they found the jacket right after we'd left, but didn't know the keys were in there.
So on the day upon which I planned to buy nothing and drive nowhere, I ended up driving 220 miles round trip and buying gas in Orange County.
But I had my iPod, so I sang along to favorite tunes all the way there, and listened to stockpiled episodes of This American Life on the way back. Accomplished the whole thing, including a short conversation with the Cuzzes, in four hours. Traffic was moving.
Sigh.
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