i'm waylaid by loss of key. I just found Sara's dropped key and said you should tie that to your runner or like me i attach it to Copp's leash. And then I arrive home keyless. 

get over it, it's just a key. Why do i meltdown over such trivial things just because my life hangs on them.

a glory morning, Copp and I newly shorn, he like a puppie blondie, me like a gaunt survivor of a mysterious arcane occupation.

on the way i say to Copp, i'm goal oriented, i've always been goal-oriented, my hole life my goal has been to get to the beach this morning. i can't dawdle, please join me in my goal.