Locked myself out of the house this morning. That jingle in my coat pocket was not keys, but loose change. This is why I clip the keys to my belt loop. It is to prevent Tragedy. Absentminded, they say.

It was a cold morning pissing with rain. Frigid. The day also featured playful gusts of wet, wet, wind – cruel like the whims of a child.

Very bracing weather. Such weather makes Men.

Fortunately I had Bruce, my landlord, on my cell phone’s speed dial. I stood stolidly on the porch, ignoring the elements like the neanderthal brute that I am. Eventually some toady of his showed up in a lined parka and opened the door. Our Hero was saved.

This, while not the optimal human circumstance, was a lot better than many human circumstances and did after all last only 20 minutes. And I was not naked.

I drove on to Starbucks where I consumed 20 ounces of coffee in 10 minutes and thereafter effectively joined the human race. I’ve been part of it for the rest of the day.