Guys. I couldn’t find my wallet today.
I had to leave the house without it.
And Liz didn’t come across it all day at home. I feared the worst…
I came home, and slowly started going over the places I remembered I’d been the night before. The doorway. My office. The couch. The closet.
Had it fallen into the wash? Nope. The clothes (by then moved to the dryer) were just clothes. Damn. Had I set it down on a random shelf in the living room? No. Those were clear. Double damn. Had I dropped it somewhere from my car to my front door…or worse, somewhere at work? And not realized it till the following morning?? WAS SOMEONE SPENDING MY HARD EARNED DOUGH???!
(No. Accounts were fine)
I had the feeling deep in my gut that it was home somewhere. I just knew I’d set it down somewhere random. I was so freaking tired last night. It made sense. But still…here I was, looking and looking and not finding it.
The blog entry tonight was one miraculous accident away from ending right there, with the mystery unsolved.
But, it has been solved. Because I bent down to randomly pick up a collar spear from the floor of our closet (or whatever those plastic things are called that you put in the collar of your dress shirt to keep it straight and pointy).
In slipping that plastic thing back into its little compartment on my side of the closet, I had to lift up a pile of undershirts freshly folded from tonight…and the night before…and there was my wallet. UNDER THE FOLDED UNDERSHIRTS.
What.
The.
Fuck?
Whhhhhyyyyyyyy did I set my wallet there? No freaking idea. Apparently, in the middle of folding clothes last night in my first-day-back-to-work stupor…I plopped it down right there and then covered it up with fresh laundry like it was the most natural, automatic thing in the world.
Le sigh.
At least I found it 😂
Work today was great. So was writing. I sent out a newsletter in the morning, and got through some major scenes in the evening on the rewrite.
Love my work schedule. Tomorrow is podcasting with Josh.
Night!