The Keys

OK, so Brian and I have officially exchanged keys. We did so a mere five days ago, so you, my cher reader, will understand how freaked out I was last nite when I thought I had misplaced/lost them. Not that I thought Brian would wig out on me - I mean, if he did, that in itself would be a warning sign.

No, it was more a concern about what it would mean to him and me that I had lost them. It could have been interpreted as a carelessness. As a lack of interest. As any number of things, few if any positive. I even mentioned how worried I was about it to my co-workers. Then, I was looking for my cell and discovered that the new purse I'm using has a compartment that I wasn't even aware of. I must have put the keys in there, not realizing it.

The whole thing made me realize how anxious I am for this thing to go right. I'm also feeling pretty foolish about worrying that Brian would get upset, when by now, I should know better. Nevertheless, as I sign off this evening, I'm glad that all is well in Smallville. Good night and good luck.