Well speaking of Carol and being asleep...

When I arrived at 10:30 I found a note upon the door telling me to come in, the door was unlocked. The note went on to say that carol might be "snoozing" and that she might "call out" when she heard me.

entering another person's home when they are not aware of what is going on runs deeply against all my ingrained habits. I knocked. No answer. I stuck my head in the door and called. No answer. I stepped inside and called again. No answer. I climbed the stairs calling and knocking on the wall. No answer. Upstairs the room was dark and fans were running. I called again. No answer. Then the power went out. I felt very uncomfortable. Either she was out or she was asleep. Either way I felt as though I didn't belong in that place. I left my gift and a note on her table and departed.

I returned at noon, which is when I said I would. The door was still unlocked. I knocked. No answer. I stuck my head in the door and called. No answer. I stepped inside and called again. No answer. I climbed the stairs calling and knocking on the wall. No answer. Upstairs the room was dark and fans were running. I called again. FINALLY a sleepy voice called from the back room. After a few minutes Carol stepped out, groggy and rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Talk about sound sleepers! I could have been a mad rapist or ax murderer or something. Fortunately I was only a Mudcatter she had never met before.

Gawd this site is awesome! I traveled 650 miles to walk, a stranger, into a strange apartment to be greeted by a hug and a cup of coffee. Only among Mudders!