And in the first moment of her waking up
She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it

Just to add insult to injury, yesterday I walked away from Home Depot unknowingly leaving behind a notebook I'd had for a couple of years, in which I'd maintained, on and off, lists of everything I'd bought for the garden last year, some half-baked travel journals, a 40-year plan for me and E. (complete with nice illustrations, including us living in a barn), a list of ideas from the early days of B&W, a detailed plan for a zine we've always meant to do, etc.

Gone. Gone! I ran back a couple of hours later and stared at strangers' carts like a deranged person, but no luck. I talked to the unhelpful people at the store lost and found ("Well, sometimes we get lost stuff. But not always") but again, it was going nowhere.

What am I going to do about this? I can't keep losing things at this rate, or I won't have anything left.

At least with the lost shoes I could imagine that maybe some homeless person had made use of them. I can't imagine there are many homeless people hanging around Home Depot, though. And while none of this stuff is going to make the National Enquirer, its loss does sorely inconvenience me and is unlikely to be of much use to anyone else.

So if you do find a blue spiral notebook out there in Home-Depot land, you know who to contact. And please don't laugh at my drawings.