I am a fanatic about locking our house at night. I am probably borderline obsessive about it.
It was never a concern for me when we lived in a small town. A place where I could leave my garage door open, house unlocked, and go downtown for hours. I always felt safe and secure.
When we moved to the "big city", I needed the security of knowing the doors in our house were locked. Every single lock bolted each night. Lance thought I was going a bit overboard and didn't feel the need to have the house so secure each evening. He felt that because he was a light sleeper and we have two dogs, he would hear anyone who tried to come into the house.
This morning, Lance got up for work around 5 am. He went downstairs, turned on the light, went to get his coffee when he was greeted with a deep voice saying "Good Morning!" There on our couch was Lance's partner Kirk.
Kirk was returning from a trip to Europe last evening. Lance had taken Kirk's truck to the airport and parked it for him but forgot to call or text Kirk to tell him where his truck was parked. When Kirk's flight arrived he looked for his truck and couldn't find it. After calling Lance's cell phone and getting no answer he called a cab and had them drop him off here. He and Lance had to be to a dairy at 6 am this morning and he didn't want to miss work so he came into our house to get a few hours of sleep.
I am glad I was too tired last night to be obsessive about locking up so Kirk could get into the house. I am a bit
frightened freaked out panicked alarmed that neither Lance nor I nor the dogs(way to go guard dogs) heard a thing. I think Lance's heart was still beating rapidly when I talked to him at lunch.
I think he will be doing a better job of locking up at night. I think I might have officially become obsessive about locking up. And maybe just maybe I'm considering investing in an alarm system!