So, I locked my keys in my car tonight after the Art Guild Monthly Meeting. At least I did not leave it running this time. My 'Honey Do' to the rescue as always, no complaints, just a click on the key fob from his truck the off to seek his bed again. I cannot blame it on senility unless it begins in the 20s. 'Honey Do' calls it "walking around with my head in the clouds." I kinda like that description as there are worse places to be.