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It's Gone

It's really really gone. I'm not sure why I'm not panicking but I should be. What the HECK am I going to do without it?

When I left Canada, I decided to buy a cute little green address book in which I could put all the names and addresses of all the people I know and met along the road so I could always keep in touch.

It was small enough to carry around - about the size of a calculator - even smaller then some.

And it has gone a wandering.

I have a small house. It is not there.

I have a small desk area. It is not here.

I had it last Tuesday. I took it with me on the bus. I'm almost positive I brought it back and now it has vanished.

I can' begin to remember who is even in the book.

I am still waiting to break down over this as I am still calm as a cucumber.

The only explanation is that Visiting Cousin accidently put it in with his stuff. I won't know until at least tomorrow when he gets back to Canada.

Perhaps that's why I'm not panicking.

There is still hope.

If I know you, please know that I can't call or mail you anything but I don't know your number or address.

If I don't know you, please know that I would have someday loved to have found out who you are and written you down in my little green book.

I don't like the idea that it is lost, flying around somewhere, with numbers and addresses for all the world to see.

I don't even know if my name is in it with an address to send back.

I refuse to start the week off with anxiety, even though my hormones are helping with that.

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