I locked myself out.

I locked myself outside of my apartment, keys, phone, and kitten.

How that works:

• Be doubly, triply warned, by a certain someone, to lock my apartment door.
• Lock apartment door (diligently!) as I head to work.
• After getting decent tips, plan to meet a co-worker for a Mystery Brew.
• Go home to change and smell prettier. Wash the cilantro out of pores.
• Lock apartment door (diligently!) as I head back out.
• Leave apartment.
• Upon shutting door, realize immediately that in leaving apartment, I have also left my phone, keys, and kitten.
• Eff.
• Meet co-worker at bar; procure Yellow Pages; ring locksmith.
• Hour later, meet Locksmith at apartment.
• Watch while Locksmith (with plumber’s crack, egh) picks lock.
• Pay $140 that I do not really have, especially given the Impending Move, to spare.
• Accept Locksmith’s and Locksmith’s Apprentice invitation to a drink.
• Have a drink, while thinking about twelve-and-a-half other things.
• Come home to Zooey Grace.
• Feel strangely fine, despite one of the most bizarre (good and bad and very good, wrapped up together) weeks ever.