lost lulu's dog tags, retraced our steps of yesterday. no luck. lost phone on walk. hours later realized. did not cry. retraced our steps of today. phone in snow by curb where lulu pooped. then i heard a story that was real and made me think about how trauma can split one's personality and make one do some crazy things. i'm a lucky guy. a real lucky guy. in the end i wonder will i feel i lost more than i found or found more than i've lost. i know i'm going to lose this life but i won't miss it when i'm gone. with luck we learn to undo ourselves.