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I managed to leave my keys at my parents' place last night, and didn't realize it til this morning. I live in a trailer outside my grandparents' house, down a gravel road from my parents' house, when I'm "home". I didn't know my grandparents locked their door at night, because I am a lazy git who usually sleeps in. But I was up at seven this morning--I haven't been sleeping right since I came back from France--and since I didn't have my keys, I had to break into my grandparents' house by prying out the screen of the kitchen window, sliding the window up, moving the table out of the way, and climbing through. The hardest part was trying to do it silently so as not to wake my grandparents. The dogs heard, of course, but they bark at everything.

I came over to my parents' house only to find it locked while they were out on a morning walk or bikeride. When they finally came back, my dad and I wired the attic. This involved power tools and electricity, which for me might as well be biochemical research for all the familiarity I have with the two. We drilled holes in the support beams and installed outlets. It was kind of cool. I learned about circuit breakers and stuff like that. I will never understand the science of electricity and have given up trying, but I can route ground, neutral, and active wires and make holes in wood while large metal cages fall on my head. Thus was my day made.

That, and I finished the puzzle of Mont St-Michel. I finished the second volume of books of tape of The Mists of Avalon and now must go into the city to search down the next two volumes. Proof-read a paper my dad wrote, and that's the extent of my day, more or less.