It is a Good Thing that I have come to accept that loss is a normal part of life. There is a lot of it going about these days. Last week, somewhere, I put down my car key. The only one I have. Replacing it is not simply a matter of taking the number in to the Toyota dealership. even if I knew the number. Without an original key, the new one cannot be programmed to the car, which means I need to buy a new sensor/processor/thingie as well. Very expensive. Damn.
Before I go that far, however, I am going to make damn sure I have really lost the key. That means a very thorough and extensive search. It is ironic though. I visited the Police station and Woolworths, this morning, to see if anyone had handed it in should I have dropped it from my pocket while out. When I returned to the office, I had lost my glasses again. A return trip did not find them either. How I did that I do not know. Damn.
Then when I returned to work, I was informed I have lost my office. Without any notice I and Michelle must move in a great shift around that is intended to enable the accommodation of three new managers. I am about to start packing. Damn.
And that is all I have to say about that.