Gone

Well... it's gone.  No only my mind, but my favorite tool - my camera.  

I have looked high and low for my small digital "break from reality", and have to concede that I left it behind somewhere.  Lost.  

I hate losing things.  I strive so hard to keep things organized, simplified, routine; and when something like this happens - it throws me off balance.  

My brain pounds itself against my skull trying to remember "where was the last time I used it?"  

The last date I remember having it in my hand was January 1.  I took a photo of a jigsaw puzzle my husband and I completed in December.  I have not seen it since.  I was sick in bed for four days, did my Ten-on-Ten will my cell phone's camera, and hand no social engagements which required a camera.  It's simply gone.  

It usually sits on my kitchen counter - ready for me to grab.  I like to have it handy to take a snapshot of a beautiful sunset, the dog doing something funny, or a new flower blooming in my garden.  

I'm crying.  

I've missed so many moments!  I find it difficult to blog without some kind of photographic reference.  What am I to do?  Such a waste too, as it's new, purchased for our trip to Ireland last fall.  

The photo shown here was taken this morning using my camera phone out of desperation.  I captured Bailey's paw prints, frozen in icy silhouette on the stoop.