The search began. For my items and for my sanity. Sadly, as of this writing, neither has been found
The fact that this happened right after misplacing my glasses was somewhat irritating. And, yes, they were the replacement pair for the pair I lost a few weeks before, if you must know. But what are you going do, I thought? That’s how glasses roll.
When I lost my second retainer (the orthodontist, in his wisdom, always makes three) shortly thereafter, I was slightly agitated because, retainer? I questioned myself — having passed adolescence by several decades, should I not be old enough to hold on to a retainer?
I spent a moment or two wondering why I was losing things. It churned a little, but I let it go.
But by the time I lost my hairbrush the next day, I realized I was losing it. How did I lose that brush when I know I used it to brush the sheitel I was setting downstairs, and now it’s neither downstairs nor upstairs? Nor under the bed nor the dresser nor the chair nor even under the blanket, for that matter.
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