Yesterday morning was hectic, and I forgot my keys. I was such a mess all day! Thankfully I was able to instruct my slavegirl to lock them in a box with one of the numbered plastic contingency locks, which helped. I won't be making that mistake again. Today we got back on track with our ritual of release for hygiene, re-locking, and my morning service. It just strikes me to realize how significant these little rituals have become in the last two months. I love how satisfying it is for the last lock to click in place.