Do I look stressed to you?

After an exhausting day at school (good day, but this job is the most demanding job that I have ever had) I ran my errands. With a full car I arrived home a little after 6. I unloaded the car, fed the dogs, put a kettle on the stove for a cup of tea. It was time to relax and unwind. Then I noticed our new neighbor in front of his house. So being a good Gladys Kravitz, I scooted out the front door for a neighborly visit. Jason offered to give me a tour of the progress of their house. Looking good, they should be moved in sometime in December. Then I chatted with the Ashley who mows our lawn. I finally strolled up the steps to find the front door locked. Hmmm, how could that happen? Reached in my pocket. No keys, darn. Then it hit me, the sound of the tea kettle screaming. My mind flashed to a picture of flames shooting up the walls of my kitchen. Ohmygosh!!! Now I am sprinting across the street to see if Marilyn had an extra set of my keys. Nope! OK, sprinting back across the street. Move the yard waste bin and hop the fence. Not like it happens in the movies. Ouch. The dogs had a good show. Ran into the house & turned off the burner with a whole 1/4" of water left in the pot. From here on out I am only cooking on the "Katie" burner. I walked out on the porch to let Marilyn know that all was well. I just couldn't figure it out, I am usually so good about unlocking the front door when I go out onto the porch. Then I saw it. The door to the den. I walked out the door to the den. I reached for the doorknob, it was still unlocked. It was unlocked the whole time. I was never locked out of the house. The mind is the first to go.