I never mentioned that I lost and then found my thumb ring a couple weeks ago. I've been wearing it for five years, and it was suddenly gone. I couldn't remember losing it, but I couldn't find it. When I was getting out the sympathy card for Bob's memorial, it must have been in the bag of cards in my office because it popped out and dropped on the floor. It's certainly not an expensive ring, but it has sentimental value, and I was glad to find it.
I've spent the last hour or so trying to catch up with my flist. And I feel terrible that I haven't written so much as a drabble in weeks. It's amazing how much writing NaNo took out of me. And I can't believe that I've gone five months and haven't written another word on the novel I started for NaNo! Who knows? Maybe I will be writing on the same damn thing next November!
