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My sinuses can stop feeling like they have pondwater in them any time now.

better be home soon

I got the sweetest voice mail ever from hattifattener when I got to work this morning, all about how he took the wrong road but there was a beautiful view and he really wished I was there. (It was more romantic than that, but I don't want to share all the good stuff. Or embarrass him too much.)

The message immediately following that one was him calling back to say he was all right and had found a place to sleep, and that he remembered calling during the night but had no idea what he'd said. Heh. I miss that boy. He'll be back in a couple of days.

ethical dilemma

Tonight I got home and the locks on the apartment building had been re-keyed. I knew it was coming, but I'd left my new key inside. There I was in the mail room, with bike and usual bag and bag of books I'd just bought. Whee. There's an easy way to break into the building, so I figured I'd leave my bike and the books and give it a try. First, though, I checked the back door. It was only set closed, so it hadn't locked. Normally, I get mad, but today the person who left it that way is my friend, and I even went so far as to leave it that way myself. It's the only time, though. Next time I see duct tape on that door, it's coming off just as usual.

Just now, of course, I have been given cause to rue my laxity. One of those people who comes in and knocks on our doors to sell things just visited. They always scare me. I had to go check the door, though I wasn't expecting any callers, because it might be someone I know. Might be Wim coming home from his trip, though that would be awfully soon. So I had to go peek through the hole. Typical magazine-or-whatever-selling young black guy, waving manically at me. Eek. No. I am being lazy tonight, sitting around reading in my pajamas, and you can't come in. I won't talk to you at the door, either, especially now that the cats like going out onto the walkway. It always makes my heart race, and then I feel foolish and possibly racist. I think I'd feel better if they didn't knock again after I've looked out. They get in sometimes anyway, but I can't help feeling that I've brought this nervousness on myself by failing to be a hardass about the back door. (*snrk* -- Okay, that came out badly. Leaving it.)

Karma? I dunno. Annoying, that I can tell you for certain.