“Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination.”
- Mark Twain
Last night I discovered that I had lost both my sixpence and my blue pebble.
My sixpence was last seen in a blue Tiffany’s box inside my grandmother’s breakfront. The blue pebble? Inside it’s purple pouch in the shrine in the study.
After much searching (and a few tears), I gave up and went to bed – vowing, if one or both turned up, I’d donate blood before the wedding.
This morning, before I left for work, I decided to look once more for the blue pebble. And there it was. In the same place I looked for it no less than 15 times the night before.
I gave blood this morning at 10 AM.
The sixpence is still missing, but at least I have my pebble back. One down, one to go.
I swear I'm losing my mind...