A Bowl, a Broom, and a Key: My Adventures Before 10 AM

This morning I got up at a quarter to nine (which was impressive considering I stayed up late watching Batman Begins with Mara and Jill) and folded all the clothes Mara and I did at the Wyview laundromat the evening before (where we started watching Batman Begins).

With the laundry folded, I got myself a bowl of cereal and had breakfast. But afterward, while I was washing my bowl, my fingers slipped and the bowl slipped and I grabbed for it (and almost caught it) but missed and watched it smash into pieces of varying size on the kitchen floor. Jill heard it smash and came running in to see what happened.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said when she saw the broken bowl.The bowl breaking actually didn't bother me that much. It was bound to happen eventually to someone, and I have two other perfectly good bowls. I told Jill, "It's OK, now I'll just be extra careful with my other dishes."

Jill was on her way out the door to leave for school. I followed her out to borrow a broom from Laura, our R.A. I was still in pajamas and I didn't have shoes on, but it was a beautiful morning and I didn't really care. (Good thing.)

Nobody answered at Laura's apartment so I went over to the multipurpose building (where the housing office is). They only had vacuums. So I walked back to my apartment and knocked on our neighbor's door, where I finally found a broom and dustpan. I swept up the broken pieces and gave thanks that the bowl wasn't made of glass. Then I left to return the broom and dustpan.

Broom

I didn't even think about how I would get back into my apartment. When I left it before, I had my keys with me in one hand. This time I forgot everything except getting the broom back where it belonged.
I knocked on the apartment door for a while but Mara is a heavy sleeper and our room is down the hall from the front door besides. So I had to go back to the housing office (second time in 10 minutes) and get a key. They were amused at seeing me again so soon but didn't laugh hard enough to make me feel bad. They got me a key, I let myself into my apartment and picked up my own keys, then returned the key to the housing office.

Then, and only then, did I shower and get ready for the day. I wonder what lurks around the corner of the afternoon?