I went for a walk and left through the garage where I jumped the trigger for the garage door so it would shut without popping back up. Why is this dumb? Well, because my keys and my cell phone were inside. I thought, "No problem," because I figured Weijing would be back from class soon (at least by the time I got home).
I returned and no Weijing. Also, no way to get into the house. I sat on the front porch for an hour and didn't know she was at a bridal shower party. I couldn't text her, either, so I tried to break in.
Long story short, I eventually figured, "Well, if I take out the air conditioner from the outside (maneuvering it on the inside) I will be able to enter. 45 minutes later this strategy worked. I must have looked like a thug maneuvering in my house, but I wasn't going to sit on my front porch all night. What troubled me is that I live minute by minute on a planned schedule and sitting aimlessly with no task at hand put me over the edge. I went zany trying to figure out how to best accommodate the time - that is when I decided breaking in was the only answer.
And that is what I did in Connecticut. Yep.