This post was supposed to be about risotto.
But we’ll have to get to that another time.
I woke up this morning at 5:50. I could hear rain. It was dark and warm in my bed. Precisely the kind of morning when you give up your plans to hit the pool.
I paused an extra beat.
“Not going swimming?” JW said, from face down in his pillow.
One more beat.
“No, I’m going.”
I looked out of my living room windows, and realized I had made a terrible decision.
There was snow on the ground.
Something was going on outside- snow, rain, slush? Who knows?
I would like to point out that it is nearly late April.
I headed to the gym anyway, dragging my feet through the slush.
The swimming part was actually as to be expected- not a lot of company on such a gloomy morning, which was fine with me.
When I left the gym, I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
I reached for my keys.
I started to panic immediately, realizing that:
1) JW had probably left for work.
2) I couldn’t get into my apartment.
3) I couldn’t call him to say, please, wherever you are, turn around now because I have forgotten my keys.
4) I was probably going to spend the next few hours on my steps with my hair wet and goggle marks making me look much like a raccoon.
5) If he had realized my keys weren’t with me, he probably would have tried to leave me a message to tell me where he had hid my keys for me. Please see #3 for why this was an issue.
In any case, somewhere on my block, as I panicked and rushed home, I also realized that somehow, I had again misplaced my ID, which I swear I had just had.
With no time to stop though, I pushed it to the back of my mind and thought about how I could maybe spend the day wandering alleys.
I rang my neighbor’s bell first, guessing that JW was long gone.
Nothing happened. I was now certain of my impending day of scaring Lakeview residents with my goggle eyes and wild hair.
Just for fun, I hit my own bell.
I was in. JW had waited for me to get home, since he realized all of my above points and just sat still until I returned.
Still though, I had to confess that I had, for the eighteenth time, lost my ID again.
He helped me retrace my steps, and I finally found it in the Y, where someone had dropped it off.
This might be a long week after all, chickadees.