Thanks to multiple delayed flights and a gross shortage of cabs, I didn't get home from Aspen until about 6:30 this morning. Apparently, I was so tired that I left my keys in my front door, because I found them this morning when I finally woke up.

I just got a call from my landlord. When he asked me if I was still alive, I developed a sudden and irrational fear that something had gone wrong with my rent check--but no, my upstairs neighbor had noticed, and called him to make sure I was all right.

It's a small thing, but maybe because I grew up in New York, I find it heartwarming. DC has a high crime rate, but many other amenities.

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