freaked, but fine (AKA reason eleven hundred and ninety one I love living in Bedford)
So when I got home from work today, the front door was open. I thought for a moment, hoppie was home and was working in the garden or something, although that's unusual. When I opened the garage, though, hoppie's car wasn't here. So I raced upstairs, really freaked about all the things that could be missing. Nothing was. In the high winds this afternoon and because of the swelling of the door jam because of the heat, the door hadn't closed properly and swung open on it's own.
I love this town.
And as if that weren't enough, I mahjjed 4 times tonight. The last time was during the last game when I picked up the very last tile of the very last wall to complete the last pair I needed. Boy was I excited!