I lost my phone.
Let me rephrase. We lost my iPhone.
I haven't cried over it. Yet. I expect it will sink in today.
We've looked everywhere. We've retraced steps, cleaned out drawers, moved piles, searched cushions.
We are almost certain we know what happened. At a restaurant for dinner. Ian playing with the phone. I didn't carry my purse (because I often leave it behind) or have a pocket. Shea carried my phone in. When we left, we are both certain that we must have just walked away. Me thinking Shea had it. Shea not thinking about it because it's my phone.
We went back. They don't have it. I sent their corporate headquarters an email. It's been routed to all of their managers.
We wait and continue to look in all of the places we've looked three or four times already. I am beginning to feel sick.
I'm sick over the loss. I'm sick over the expense. But most of all...I'm sick that some of my 365 photos were only on my phone. A busy April meant several photos taken with only my phone. A busy April meant I didn't download according to my usual routine.
A lost phone means those photos are gone.
I started 365 in February 2008. I've never missed a day. Now I won't have proof of that. Now I'll have these little spots of nothingness. Yes, it's not the end of the world or cancer. But I am still missing them. Those of you on the 365 journey with me will understand. There are other things too. Like the collection of funny things Ian says in my notes. Mileage records (sorry IRS). And probably a few things I've forgotten about. It is my photos I am aching for.
It's a speed bump. And I am sad.