Good morning. 60s and raining here. We’ve been to the gym.
The only place I’ve been is into the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
I’m sleepy. I want to fight it until I go to bed, though. I will see what I can do in the meantime.
Two nights ago, I had just turned my light off and was almost asleep when I heard someone open the gate and check the door to see if it was locked, then they shined (shone?) a flashlight into the bedroom window and around the patio.
We have someone here who calls himself “security,” but I think he’s just a jerk. I went to the office yesterday to get a complaint form and no one was there. I decided to come home and compose one of my own, but I’m out of ink and my handwriting isn’t good for longer than a thank you card.
The jerk startled me so badly that I couldn’t go back to sleep for nearly an hour. Now I understand what the noises have been in the past few weeks, all having to do with checking to see if my security door is locked. I want that jerk to stay away from my apartment.
I may be a ol’ lady, but I know how to lock my doors!