- returned some red shoes I ordered online which did not, as it turns out, fit my IRL feet, to Urban Outfitters, and bought two cute and probably slightly junky rings with the return-o-money (that's a special category of money, in case you haven't heard of it);
- had lunch with a friend;
- left my cell phone AGAIN at a place that required fetching it (the historian was the designated fetcher), but did not realize this fact until later, see below;
- gathered facts and data for two reports I still need to write (can you believe that? me either.);
- met with a student who's doing an independent study book-making project or projects, we shall have to see how it all turns out in the end;
- and only then realized that I had left my cell phone hither and yon;
- and through my superior powers of detection and superb memory, realized where I had probably left it;
- and stewed about it while I drove home, where I could call the place at which my cell phone was most likely residing in its lostness;
- and called, and confirmed, and then called and e-mailed the historian to beg that he deploy his powers of goodness to retrieve, aka fetch, the roustabout phone, which is evidently filled with the desire to be lost;
- and went to the movie with my daughter, because that was the plan, and a little item like a lost phone can't interrupt a movie plan.
The movie was excellent, the phone was retrieved, we had burritos and fresh salsa for dinner, and then took a neighborhood spin on our bikes.
Fill this in with complex intertwinery and some pauses, and you pretty much have my other post, I think, so I think I'll go ahead and skip it. Check in tomorrow for new possible cheap jewelry, a-la-minute dinners, facts and data, and shoes, probably red, and hopefully that fit.
