I had a great day. One of those AH. PRODUCTIVE. CREATIVE-type days.
Picked up Arlo from doggie daycare, parked, walked the couple blocks to my building, reached for my keys…
Let me be clear: I have approximately 15 keys. Keys/fobs for such destinations as the car, scooter, scooter lock, house, beekeeping, business mailbox, storage, C jr.’s house, and others. Basically, my life on three linking key rings.
Retraced my steps many, many times. Back to the car. Back over every place I went.
Just. Plain. Gone.
This is when the phrase “First world problem” makes me grind my teeth. Because, after all, it’s true.
But it still fucking SUCKS.