I Haz Some Keys

I realized today that my life is governed by keys.
I have almost a zillion of them. For the house; four doors (front and back each with an inner and outer door. With locks), the gates, the shed, both cars, the bike locks...
I have keys for church too. The outer doors, to the gym from the courtyard, for the offices, the gates, the trash, library, storage...
Aunt Ritchie's house has a large number of them too. And while I don't carry them home at night, I use them all day long. The cars, the gates, the house's front and back doors, the desks, the shed, storage, the china cabinets, the jewelry drawers, the art cabinets, the daughter's houses, the key box where we store all the keys...
And then, my other daily duty; showing houses for Stingy. Of course there are keys for that. Sometimes multiples of each, for doors, and gates and security lock boxes and whatever.
It's nuts the number of keys I use/carry in a day. No wonder my hands hurt all the time.

This is me and if only one worked on a safe at the bank...