Looking Lost Again

I’m starting to think that some things like to be lost. Like glasses – they seem to sneak off at every opportunity. And those pesky socks are forever wandering away from their mates. Yes, I’ve lost my calm, my temper, and my fitbit. I’m a creature of habit. I wouldn’t last 2 minutes in a spy novel as I’d be in the crosshairs of the assassin like clockwork. Fortunately my life is far from a murder mystery or spy story. Instead I’m living with inanimate objects that are able to transport themselves to odd locations to evade capture and use. I take my fitbit off for only one thing – to shower. I place it on the charger. I come back and it is missing! I looked high and low. I thought my mind was going. I was certain that I had placed it on the charger. After spending nearly 2 hours looking for it (without recording any of my steps) it reappeared. Just like that – poof – it was right where I’d left it on the charger.

I gleefully grabbed it only to discover that somehow it had already accumulated 11,591 steps! What!?!?! I pondered for a nanosecond and the light went on. You see Sparky had been complaining that his charger wasn’t working. Since we have identical fitbits (his band broke and he went from a black band to a grey one like mine), he thought he’d put his on my charger. Then he left to play pickleball. When he returned he placed it back on the charger to “top it off”. Except his fitbit was still on his dresser buried under all the stuff he tosses there. So the mystery was solved.

Now I’ve got to find a sock. It shouldn’t be too hard – it is a black sock with yellow smiley faces all over. I’m guessing it is hiding inside a sleeve or pant leg somewhere. Still I suspect it is taking a vacation from being worn. Of course it would be easier if I could find where I left my glasses….

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