Driving up my road (which is probably a 20deg incline) was a little iffy, but the roads hadn't been touched at all. It could have been worse, but my Rochester training served me well. When I pulled into the parking lot, it was pretty empty. I was surprised because a lot of business and schools and such had closed early this evening. I got in the outside door of the apartment and I decided to shovel the back stoop before going up to my place. Tony (landlord) leaves a shovel inside the door, so I put my stuff on the inside step, grabbed the shovel, and got to work on the stoop. It's not a very big area, but it is uneven so it takes some handiwork to get it cleared. Took me maybe a minute or two, tops.
When I turned to go back inside, I saw my keys - sitting on the steps inside. Not really good for getting back inside. I knocked on the windows of the apartments downstairs, but no one was home. I made a bunch of phone calls and the best option was to have Dad drive over with the spare set of keys that I made for my parents. It took dad about 25 minutes to drive over. About 3 minutes before he arrived, my downstairs neighbors came home and let me in. When Dad got up the hill, he was not the rescuer he thought he'd be. I invited him up for hot chocolate and we talked for a while.
I was stuck outside for about 45 minutes total and I think it was about 20 degrees. Took about an hour to regain feeling in my feet. But I survived.
This has been a rough 24 hours!