I was very careful with my outfit this morning. Shoes with intact heel caps? Check. Comfy dress with plenty of breathing room? Check. Matching jewelry? Ummmm...rats. I combed through my carefully organized jewelry box with no luck. How could I lose a matching necklace and earrings? And how could I wear my dress without the jewelry? (Yes, I know. I have at least a dozen other sets of jewelry that would match the dress. But this quickly became a quest.) I sat down and tried to think it through. I had packed the jewelry for my recent trip, so I checked my luggage. No dice. Then I remembered wearing it to work last week on a day I had rehearsal. So I checked the small bag where I put my jewelry on rehearsal days. Strike two. I tore my purse apart, opening every nook and cranny that could possibly hold jewelry. Sigh.
I went back upstairs to change clothes. Because at this point, the dress would just remind me of the lost jewelry. As looked for another outfit, I suddenly had an epiphany. I checked the athletic bag I use to transport my rehearsal clothes, which contained a small zipper pocket I would swear I had never seen before. And guess what was inside? While I was relieved to find the jewelry, I was also a little concerned that I had no recollection of storing it in a place I didn't even recall existed. I'm no longer on any prescription medication, so I have no excuse. Welcome to the next forty years.
I made it through both classes at work, although I coughed through the last half of the afternoon class, which I suspect was as annoying to my students as it was to me. I also got some preliminary cleanup work done in my office so I can start unpacking in earnest tomorrow. And this time I mean it. I had a lovely evening catching up with good friends and at the end of the night, my patient, long-suffering husband made me another hot toddy. I could get used to that.
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