Well, this is certainly one way to get to know the neighbors! Justin left this morning for the whole week. I slept all day. DonDon left for work around 3. I finally get up all the way around 5. I'm bumming around, washing some clothes. Then around 9 I figure the dog needs to go out and I'll have the first cigarette of the day. So I do. And I am quite proud of myself, right up until I try to open the door. Our front door has a feature that lets you open it from the inside and it's still locked. Yay. So after wandering around to every bloody window in the house, I notice my neighbor is outside in his little smoking bar. (Hard to explain, if you've been here you know what I am talking about.) So I ask him for a screw driver and he very kindly comes over and pops the door for me.
Moral of the story: Being alone in the house for the first time in months, REALLY isn't all its cracked up to be!