I regretted not having my camera, because I've been friends with this girl since she first randomly contacted me as a high school student wanting to know about Catholicism at Marquette (she was utterly unchurched and charmingly scared of the terrors of a Catholic School), but Meg was happy I didn't have my camera as she was very much in work mode. I just feel dorkish having been friends with someone for four years and having no photos together – like I had with Tony the other night, because I think all our photographs together are Kari-Shane's photos, and I was just used to seeing those at her place.
And I found that my missing book was not among the texts I loaned her. I am missing the priniciple text – along with the bulk of the notes I've taken – for my dissertation's second chapter. I have been looking with increasing franticness for Sullivan's Charisms and Charismatic Renewal for about four days now, and am now getting to the truly desperate places wherein I may have lost a book, having inquired today about: Dan and Amy's bathroom, Starbuck's, and Meg's Apartment. I never lose books. But I did take a two-and-a-half hour break today to join Dan & Amy and Mike & Donna over at the Zoo, where I got in as the guest on Dan and Amy's pass for the Members-Only evening to see the new displays on Sharks and Stingrays, and on the visiting Koala Bears. I hadn't been to the Zoo in nearly three years, last being there with aristotle2002, and therefore did not look for my book there. I am hoping that moving to the stage of confessing "I-can't-find-my-book" leads now directly to the "I-found-it-in-this-embarrassingly-obvio