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This morning, I managed to lock my keys in my car, for the first time in 8 years. And, naturally, I had two armloads of groceries, and it was -6 C out. And, naturally, three of the bags broke as I futzed around, patting pockets in my coat and trousers in search of the keys, because I'd overloaded the bags, since I was just going "a little ways."

I was just a couple of blocks from

velvetpage's work, so I schelped through the snow in thin loafers, carrying armloads of sundries. I got wet and cold, but also got her keys, walked back, and all was well with the world.

The day got better after that - a long warm bath, coffee / conversation / book browsing with

catsarah, and some work-at-home productivity. And tonight there's a Valentine's Day concert, dinner out, and possibly some hardcore woo-pitchery.

And remember - the Provicially Mandated "Family Day" is Monday. Long weekend!