Wednesday, November 5th, 2008

Utterly depressed

I woke up this morning and the first conscious thought I had was, “(gasp), my wedding ring’s gone!”

I’ve looked everywhere. Stripped the bed. Moved everything. I have no memory of taking it off, and I always know where I’ve taken it off on the rare occasions when I do. It’s just gone, and as ridiculous as it sounds… I’m afraid that maybe I ate it in my sleep.

That’s the only thing I can think of. I don’t know what to do.

So I’m getting almost nothing done as I pace the house, wracking my brain for where it could possibly be.

Oh, and on a completely less consequential note, I’ve started the sleeve to Clark’s sweater.