I knew I should have listened to Sheldon at the train station this morning, when I was about to embark on today’s journey to Dortmund via Hengelo (happy 86th birthday, grandma!) and realized I had cleaned out my bag before going to California, ergo the keys to my German apartment were no longer where they always are and should be till the end of time (or till I stop living in two different countries), amen. (Could that sentence be any longer?)
Luckily, I could call B., who walked to the station to bring me my keys so I wouldn’t have to go back and forth with my stuff (including the flowers I’d just bought for my grandma). So B. to the rescue, today. I’ll make that reason #322 why I love him.
Also, perhaps I should get a bowl.