Hanging out with Bertha

Learning experience of the day: she who finishes work at midnight should not forget her keys. Knowing where said keys are (living room floor) does not help. (it would if I was willing to break the window. Which I'm not.)

So I'm hanging out with Bertha here. We've made a pact: I won't kill her, and she'll stay in her web.

Nice night to be stuck outside, though. A February night would have been very unfortunate...

don't worry. I didn't spend the night with bertha. I woke my mom up (good thing she isn't working tomorrow) and she came to open the door. I don't like this, but at least, there was a nice breeze, and Bertha was behaving. Perfect end to an imperfect day.