Worst part? I lost my pedometer. This makes me very sad, in a recursive way as I realize how sad it is that I am a person who gets so sad over the loss of a step-counting ovoid.
Chris left late to see An Inconvenient Truth with some friends, so he came close to oversleeping. I did, too, and Victoria was more interested in playing than in getting ready to leave the house. I had populated the dollhouse while she slept and she had to change everyone's clothes right away. They left and I took a quick shower, dressed, and discovered in the driveway that I had no key to the truck. I had borrowed Chris's earlier because I'd given mine to a neighbor. Then I gave it back to Chris last night when I drove up to my parent's house. It was 8:24am (I am supposed to be at work at 8:30, so I was going to be late anyway). I went back inside and got my helmet and rode my bike. It was about 8:55 when I got in the office, although my bike computer recorded 20 minutes of trip time. Whatever, it was the most fun I'd had in the past 24 hours.
It's almost lunch time and I miss my pedometer. I am hoping that it fell off in the car somewhere.
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This post pretty much illustrates that grind. I really feel for you. I hope you get a reason to grin soon.
It was a sad day, seeing the liquid crystal display be much more liquid than its manufacturers ever intended. On the off chance that it could be saved, I took it apart, shook out as much water as I could, and let it dry out -- and by late evening it came back! Now that's one tough pedometer! My step count was messed up for Monday, but it was a small price to pay.
I hope your pedometer comes back too.