I'm back.
	So, you ask, why was I gone?
	Well, Saturday night, we had a big storm here in Minneapolis (be 
thankful you were at A-Kon, Richard.)  One of my storm windows blew out, 
and I went outside to try and fix it in the rain.  I was seen by a woman, 
but took no notice of this.  I failed to replace the window, but secured 
the pane and went inside to sleep, as it was nearly midnight.
	About twenty minutes later, I was wakened by knocking on my 
door.  Getting partially dressed, I was annoyed to see it was the 
police.  This turned to fear when the woman in the hall with them said 
"he's the one."  Still muzzy, I asked what the problem was, as I didn't 
recognize the woman, and couldn't imagine what I'd done to offend her. 
	The cops asked if I lived in this apartment, and I said "yes".  
The woman stated that the landlady had told her my apartment was 
legally empty, and she had not seen me before in the three months she'd 
been living next door.  In fact, she was supposed to be part of a crew 
cleaning out the apartment in the coming week!
	This was news to me, as you can well imagine.  (And yes, I had 
not met my neighbor of three months before, due to our schedules.)  The 
police asked if I had keys, which I did, but it took me a while to find 
them.   I also pointed out that I had been living in the apartment for 
nearly a decade, and the police hadn't bothered even to get out of their 
squad car when *I* reported a robbery.
	Eventually, the neighbor admitted she might have been mistaken, 
and the police left.  
	Worried though, I made sure to get a rent payment in right away 
with a note pointing out that I was indeed still there.
	Monday, the neighbor talked to the landlady and learned that 
she'd misheard the number of the empty apartment, so all was reasonably 
well, and she apologized for the mistake...

Sorry, Tybalt, but I needed to get that off my chest.

SKJAM!