A four day exhausting search but I finally found my cell phone. Under the seat in my car, blending in with the surroundings, in a hard to see and reach spot. One of those things where the timing and lighting had to be perfect because I had already looked under the seat a couple times before. So the minor degree worrying is over. I'm feeling whole again ..... and less naked. I was beginning to question my sanity thinking that I may have tossed it in the garbage. I had already checked the refrigerator and freezer .... that left the trash.
A minor disagreement at work with San Juana who is convinced I'm about to turn 63. So I ended up doing the math again. Nope, 62 it is. But not quite yet. Speaking a few days early here but it's probably my first birthday since 40 where the number didn't matter any more. I'm OK with it this year. And all I want is a cake like mom used to make.
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