My dear husband is a tad obsessive and we regularly misplace things. Evidently I misplaced several things which were unimportant but were beloved and of fantastic sentimental value. They have to be somewhere but we have been looking everywhere for letters and his memorabilia. I have torn the house apart and cannot imagine where they would be.

It is raining and nasty outside. Just the kind of day to snuggle up with a good book, but instead I am searching. It reminds me of the fact that when Adrienne was a toddler, you could ask her to look for something and she assumed a comical, leaned over stance and said "looking, looking." We used to ask her to look for our keys just to watch her look.

Bye for now...Jeri.