I was shocked to find the garage door locked when I came back from walking. Normally I am very aware of NOT locking it as I leave. Grandson David and Kacey were inside, sound asleep, and I knew I had tricked myself. Although David's phone never rings, only vibrates, I tried calling him. No answer.
Neighbor Shawn answered her phone cheerily, and I asked, "Are you home?"
Thank heavens the answer was yes. "May I borrow my key? I've locked myself out."
She offered for Logan to bring it over, but I was dressed for the weather and already outside. I wouldn't have wanted to stay out long, because it was 29 F (-1.667 C) when I left the house and 25 F (-3.889) when I came inside.
Not knowing I was locked out, I enjoyed looking for another tiny flower arrangement. This one was a little to the left of the one taken the day before, and I added my thumb for a size comparison. There are little bits of ice, leftovers from yesterday's snow.
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