My Very Stupid Evening

I'd intended to go to aikido after work today, but was in meetings until 5:30, so that was not going to happen. I scrambled and ran and just made the 6:13 train home--at the cost of sweaty dishevelment; I do not mean the sexy kind--and nearly lost my wallet at Secaucus junction. Indeed, I did lose it except that a kind person stopped me and pointed it out. (Side rant: My sistren, it is by means of our dress clothes that Man is keeping us down. Until we have useable pockets, we will continue to be the moral equivalent of barefoot & pregnant.)

Finally got home...whereupon I realized that my keys were not in my purse. For the first time in six months. And also, the first time in six months that neither audiovile nor naudia were home, nor were going to be for hours. The garage happened to be unlocked, so I got out my bike--mind you, it is dark, and I am still in dress slacks and a blouse--and rode the 2 miles to sweh's house to pick up his key. (Also, he fed me, comforted me, and let me rant, because he is loving and clever and supportive and other good things.) I only nearly died of stupid drivers twice. It would have been better if I could've taken my Burning Man bike, which is festooned with EL wire, but the tires were flat and the only pump we have runs off the car battery, aheheheheh.

Iz can be bed tiem now plz.