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Lost [Jan. 3rd, 2006|09:23 pm]
The storm has chosen to defy the predictions of the weather bureau, and has parked itself directly overhead, bringing the region another day or drear celestial weeping. Were I still accustomed to going for daily walks, I'd be getting irritated about now, but since the destruction of my schedule has long since brought an end to my (sorely missed, by the way) former ritual, I've nothing left to lose from day after day of pleasantly dismal rain.

I am, however, currently irritated nonetheless, by another loss. In the cramped chaos of my dwelling space, I am unable to find certain USGS maps long in my possession, of which I find myself in want. This means I must either forgo the map-requiring project I had in mind, or I must take some time to dismantle the haphazardly arranged accumulation of objects among which the maps are now concealed. This tiresome chore is one I greatly dislike, and it always ends up taking longer than I expect.

I'm having strange dreams of late, but not remembering more than the merest fragments of them. Of course, this limited memory means that I can't be sure that I'm not actually having rather ordinary dreams containing a mere few memorable fragments. Still, I'd like to see inside that room the door of which was tantalizingly ajar, and find the source of the music I heard briefly before today's commonplace waking world intruded.

Why do so many things get lost?