This morning, Ivan leaves the house at 8:30- I don't have to be at work until 12:30, so I read email, relax, shower etc until 11:30. I'm dressed and ready and my keys are....nowhere.
I have torn up the den looking for where they might have gone if a cat knocked them down, or where Ivan might have moved them so they'd be in plain sight. I checked the pockets of what I was wearing Friday before I went to Canada. I checked my cardoor to see if I left them in there when I unlocked it to get my sunglasses.
I thought I was going crazy, or perhaps the youngest victim of alzheimer's in history. I've spent the last 45 minutes looking, moving stuff, leaving phone msgs for Ivan. Of all the ways to shirk off going to work, this one kinda sucks.
And then...guess who just phoned? Despite the fact that my keyring is twice as heavy and bulky as his, he walked off with them this morning, I guess because he often puts his in the same place. He's on his way to bring them to me. I'm so glad that I'm not, in fact, losing my mind that I'm not even mad at him. Okay, maybe a little mad, but more relieved that they didn't vanish into thin air.
And now I get to go to work until 9pm. whee.