interesting story:

i went to neal's last night to deliver some negtives.  i walked out the back door, pulled it to behind me, having to slam it a second time to make the nightlatch take, and then realized after putting the extra effort into locking the door that my keys were hanging quite safely from the deadbolt of the front door where i'd left them all day--most conspicuously NOT in my pocket where they would be useful for re-entry to the house.

this is what you might term a Bad Thing.

so i trudged on over to neal's, knowthing that it was way too late now (very calm, i must say, not upset at all.  surprised myself.)  he laughed at me, but offered the couch (andy was out of town with courtnee from sunday until lastnight at about four am).  i borrowed an old creditcard and returned to my impentrable homestead with the intention of pulling the credit card trick on the nightlatch.  unfortunately the clearance between the door and the jamb was insufficent to accomplish anything but messing up paint.  then i noticed that the kitchen's storm windows had been open since we moved in....  i went to the garage (whose door barely latches since courtnee happened to it, much less locks) and retrieved the ladder...  propped the ladder against the house, crawled up, raised the stormwindow the rest of the way, and pushed up the sash, jamming the side of my right hand.  luckily, i'd left on the porchlight, the sink light, and the kitchen light so i could see everything.  i reached in and moved everything from the windowsill (including the lightbulb) and raised the window as far as it would go, which wasn't very far.  then i dismounted the ladder, and put my coat on the porch, as there was no way i was fitting through that aperture while wearing that coat.  and i put on my gloves and bound my hair, then climbed the ladder once again, perched on the windowsill and weaseled in, dukes of hazzard style, till i was standing on my sink.  then i closed the storm window all the way, closed and latched the sash, replaced everything and wiped off the counter, and went to get my keys from the front door.  finally i put back the ladder.

no police cruiser showed up, no one called to see if i knew there was some longhair breaking into my house at 11pm, no nothing.

for some reason that worries me.