I looked for my keys for a day. The good set that can be clipped on and has my data stick; yes the key chain that’s much too expensive to lose.
Took my apartment apart. Nada, zilch, nothing. Do have a very clean apartment.
This morning I put my fingers into the part of my pocketbook that I keep them in when out. Had looked 20 times before, though I was confident that they wouldn’t be there because I don’t put them back in my pocketbook. You know the rest!!!
Sometimes I just want to say thank you to the gods of lost objects, even if nothing was ever lost.
And the sun’s coming out. It’s not supposed to come out for days so I know it’s just a tease, but it looks so pretty. It’s yellow, and brightens everything up. My head stops making mold. I’m outta here.