Smooshed Glasses as a Psychological Indicator

Nikon D4 + Voigtländer 125mm f/2.5 — 1/160 sec, f/4, ISO 6400 —
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Found Them!

my lost glasses, back in my loving embrace... sort of

After returning from errands last night, I realized that I couldn't find my glasses. I knew I'd put them in my coat pocket when leaving the gym, but in between had been all
over the city on scooter, foot, and bicycle.

I figured that I'd probably lost them on the 2km walk to a bicycle shop
(to pick up a new bicycle), or on the bumpy 2km ride home. It was warm
enough that I'd slung my jacket over my shoulder for most of the way
there.

I spent an hour in the dark drizzle last night with a flashlight
retracing my steps. I didn't find them, but did learn that it's hard to see
in the dark, and rain is wet. I was bummed.

This morning I tried again in the light, and found them flatter than a pancake on the
Sanjo Ohashi bridge (this bridge),
and the weird thing is that I immediately felt better about the whole thing.

I think the psychological aspect is interesting... I felt much
worse about not knowing than about the loss of the glasses.