Outside the Asylum

Well this is most interesting -- I just left a set of keys with the man who will be sitting Jasper while I'm in Buffalo for the next two weeks.  I was able to get duplicates of my apartment door key, but the building key is one of those mammoth 'DO NOT DUPLICATE' monsters that apparently get hewn from iron ore by dwarfs in a secret underground cavern.  This wasn't supposed to be an issue, because the building also has a front-door intercom that calls your cell phone so you can buzz people (or yourself) in... however, despite submitting a request over a week ago and following up by email on Tuesday, my number still hasn't been programmed into it yet, leaving me trapped in my own house for the moment.  Thankfully like any good Seattleite I've got my emergency supplies so if necessary I can make it through the weekend without another breath of fresh air, although a few angry emails and phone calls should take care of any intercom issues quite quickly.

It reminds me a lot of leaving the Queen Anne house last month, where I had to lock up and then drop the keys back in through the mail slot.  There's a moment of hesitation, trying to remember if everything got removed that needed to be taken, and then the plunk of the keys mirrors the plunk of your stomach as you hope that you really didn't need to get back inside.