lost my phone again. i go into the same existential crisis mode. what is wrong with me? why do i keep losing it? la la la blah blah. i say i'll go retrace my walk with chuck on the marshy midway, if by minor miracle or angelic assist i find it it'll probly be fried, then r. says i'll call you and we hear it ringing, and i look that way at the cat in the blue chair and think, is it under the cat? and she looks at me like, what? and then i see it's back in the fold of the white quilt like a wrinkle in time ringing for me! but i wonder what my therapist would say if i had one.