Sunday, November 26, 2017
I misplaced my keys earlier today. I had to locate backup keys and arrived late to see "Frog and Toad" at DMTC this afternoon. I was worried sick. When I returned home, I turned over a 55-gallon recycling bin to paw through the debris, attracting unwanted attention as the neighborhood's best-dressed but most-obnoxious homeless person. I was so disturbed by the keys' disappearance I even folded laundry, in the hope the keys would magically reappear. Hours later, suddenly there they were, on the edge of the bathtub, where only a blind person could miss them. I should be on a Congressional investigative committee.