Back Story: Teen Spirit took my keys off of the dining room table and was planning to hand them to me when I met him at Smiley Face Pizza on Monday night before he was off to the concert. But he forgot. Then he handed them to his friend "for safe keeping."

Next Morning: "Sorry mom. You can use my key." Only problem: I need my work keys and they’re with those keys his friend his holding "for safe keeping."

No Biggie: The manager of the space where I rent my office has back-up keys. I get mine and decide to hang on to them since god knows when Teen Spirit will see friend with MY KEYS.

Dumb move: I leave the extra set of office keys on my desk at the office.

Next morning: I’m with my friend who I regularly meditate with on Wednesday morning checking my bag for that extra set of keys when I realize they’re on the desk in my locked office.

Not Very Calm: Searching through my bag, I realize that not only am I mit out keys but I am mit out cell phone.

Just in Case: I check with the office manager to see if they have ANOTHER set of extra keys.

No Such Luck: I walk up to my office mate’s apartment praying that she is home from dropping off her daughter.

VOILA: She is home. Surprised to see me, it looks like she is just going to hand me the keys at the door. I say, "I am coming in."

BEE-LINE: I make one to her dining room table, ask her to heat up my now-cold Cousin John’s coffee, and feel like crying. "I have a million things to do, I am overwhelmed, I am stressed, and I can’t get into the office…"

COMFORT ZONE: She offers to make me breakfast (eggs, bagel, toast?), and tells me she has already done one of the things I was so stressed out about ("I took care of it, do you want to take a look?")

RELIEVED: The sun pours into the dining room. It is, just maybe, going to be an alright day.