CAPITOL HILL ADVENTURES:
Come home from writing group to find a dude asleep in the hallway;
while talking to him, spot another tenant poking her head out the door down the hallway, who shrugs when I make eye contact with her, just as bemused as I am;
call the building manager, who tells me to call the cops;
while on the phone with 911, discover that the dude has vanished;
hang up after the 911 operator says, blithely, “oh! Well, call back if he comes back.”
(Find myself very jumpy when the building manager knocks on the door some little time later to check and see what happened.)
ETA: OH, but on the plus side, I broke 35,000 words on NaNo at the write-in. \o/! Hypothetically that means I could slack off down to 1500 words a day for the next ten days!
And, you know. Spend those extra 100 words on Yuletide, or something.