This morning my doorbell rang unexpectedly. After quickly checking the state of my hair and donning another longer layer, I opened the door. My neighbor had locked himself out of his unit and asked if he could use my phone to call a locksmith. After frantically explaining how he grabbed the wrong set of keys and had never ever locked himself out of any of his places, he then apologized profusely for interrupting my day. With complete empathy, I calmly said I was happy to help and it happens to everyone. I added that it was just an “Oops” and, citing unintended consequences of one’s actions, posed the question, “How do you think my Oops’ paintings got started?” He chuckled and said he’d have to buy one of my paintings. I just smiled knowing, still in shock, that it was probably too early to embrace as a segue to levity.

And so, appropriately, a new one: