stoutfellow | Inevitable

This evening, as I was getting ready for bed, I began looking for the book (well, actually, one of the books) I'd been reading. I could not find it. I spent five or ten minutes wandering around the house, looking in all the usual places I put books down; no dice. Finally, having nearly given up, I looked under something (not in one of the usual places) and found it. I clutched it to me and started for the bedroom.

Gracie interrupted. She wanted something, something that needed two hands. I set the book down to attend to her needs.

You know what happened next.

I did, eventually, find it again, and am about to go to bed. I just looked over to make sure the book was where I just put it, and it is.

G'night, all.