Mr. Nick gave me some keys last night. That was a shocker because I was expecting them to come far down the road. He had said he needed to get them cut, but he actually found some. We had talked about exchanging keys, but it was no rush. I can't even get him a fob to beep himself into my building.

I only recently started subscribing to the NY Times mailing list, and I quite enjoy the articles. There was one entitled "For Indian Victims of Sexual Assault, a Tangled Legal Path." In Canada, "Indians" are people from India (or have Indian roots) and we refer to what the NY Times calls these particular "Indians" as "First Nations" people. It kind of surprised me to see "Indian" being used in the NY Times.