Trials of a Shoe Gazer

Went for a run this morning. When I made it back to our apartment complex I walked past our front porch several times, out of breath, sweat pouring off of me. After about five passes, my heart rate only slightly lessened, I decided that I was ready to go in, if only just to make the neighbors less nervous. I walked up the porch while fishing my key out of my running arm band. I put it in the deadbolt  and jiggled it while jerking on the door handle, since it's rather problematic. I glanced up and the thought crossed my mind, "When did we put a wreath back on the front door?" I quickly looked at the bike --not Ro's bike.

So far the police have not been called.