Day 1,897: The Case of the Missing Wallet

Guys. I couldn’t find my wallet today.

I had to leave the house without it.

And Liz didn’t come across it all day at home. I feared the worst…

I came home, and slowly started going over the places I remembered I’d been the night before. The doorway. My office. The couch. The closet.

Had it fallen into the wash? Nope. The clothes (by then moved to the dryer) were just clothes. Damn. Had I set it down on a random shelf in the living room? No. Those were clear. Double damn. Had I dropped it some...