Okay, my friend, we'll just call her Michelle for simplicity's sake, called me at 5:30 a.m. to go running. Half of me wanted to stay in bed, because I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight and then was up again at 3:45 until 4:45. So, I got about 4.5 hours of sleep. However, I was actually feeling okay, so decided that I would run and try to sleep in tomorrow.

Got up, got ready, went out and ran. It was a good run, albeit rather cold. Got back to my place, Michelle and I stretched, then she handed me my keys (her running pants have pockets, mine don�t). Ya, you guessed it. Wrong keys. I pitched them across my porch. Yup. I was so locked out. And, of course, Michelle had her keys in my place.

So, we walked to a corner store, called her husband so he would unlock their door for us, and then walked to her place.

She was kind enough to give me breakfast and a change of clothing. I showered, changed (of course, I am not work-appropriate today) and Michelle drove me to work. So here I sit. Cold. Dressed in non-work clothing. Still locked out of my apartment. I will have to go meet my landlord at noon and change then.

So, my day's off to a great start.

And to think, I had a wicked story about yesterday I wanted to share with you. Instead, you get to hear the "Marla's an idiot" story again. Oh well, I'll post the good story later.