I locked myself out of the house today.

While I had a berry crisp in the oven.

I discovered that while the apartment may not be entirely burglar-proof, no one with larger bones than mine could squeeze in.  I believe that my bones shrank through sheer force of will to get me in.

It takes less than five minutes.

Thieves are rewarded with the aroma of a half-cooked mixed berry crisp.  There’s not much else.

As a result of today’s self-burglary, the garlic now resides in the garden, instead of on the window-sill, and the windows are washed.   I hope it doesn’t hail again.