Lost at Sea.
Well - not exactly. I lost my favorite necklace (of late) the other day and I can't get it out of my mind. Of course it fell off of me on a day when I ran a million errands! I tried retracing my steps - work, picking up my nephew from school, my sister's house, the grocery store, the library, walking Scout around the neighborhood - it could be anywhere!
Why do the things we lose become so important to us? I've got to just let go - another great necklace will soon take it's place I'm sure. Do you guys get hung up on the things you lose too?