A Treasure Found at Home

i wrote a wonderfully phrased, witty post about unintentionally ending up eating lunch just up the street from the surgeon’s office where i have an appointment later today. the office i’ve never been to and didn’t look up on the map before i left the house. the post sung the glories of my locator gene.

i also ate lunch in a valley — with poor cellular reception — and i’m impatient. i accidentally clicked too many buttons in just the wrong order to delete the post.

that should teach me something about patience, eh?