|Door to my office (winter noren).|
I looked, to no avail. They were not in the bowl of keys I keep in the kitchen, where I drop my keys when I come in. Not on my desk upstairs. Not in the bag I'd be carrying all summer and through the fall. I finally gave up, and got the book on a weekday.
On Saturday, Math Man and I had a date. I donned a dress bought on a whim in Florence, and pulled a purse to match from the closet rather than carrying my trusty canvas bag. Inside that purse? My keys.
I suppose this means my sabbatical is meant to be nearly over?