monday

woke around 6, went to the gym. worked a bit too hard, or spent too much time in the steam room, or was dehydrated, because i almost passed out when i came out of the dry sauna. had to sit for a while. eventually felt fine. left the gym and picked up sara at the davis EL stop. we drove past the noyes stop, to show her the way to walk to my house, and got coffee (chai) on central street.

back home, i dragged the imac down from the office, and we spent the day scanning and coloring the four shirts for patagonia. i had many problems scanning using my intel based macbook, and the imac g5 wasn't recognizing it's usual scanner, so we had lots and lots of reboots and file transfers using little jump drives. pain in the ass. thankfully, sara totally knows what she's doing with photoshop, at least as far as what i'm asking of her.

i built a fire, made tea, sara visited with seth and the cats.

at some point, i realized my wedding ring wasn't on my finger.

my first thought was an unconscious feeling that i now recalled having the sensation of my ring coming off, or hearing the *ding* of it hitting the ground. shit.

looked around the house, looked in my gloves, looked in the wood pile in the garage, in the snow in the yard. shit.

called di to let her know.

knowing i had had my ring since i had been home from the gym, the ring has to be on the property somewhere - in the house, yard, or garage.

went back to work with sara, and looked again later.

sent sara home at 5:30 or so, ate dinner with di, and watched 'la vie en rose', a french bio pic about edith piaf. kept the fire going the whole day.

sent unfinished files off to patagonia, feeling like i'm really screwing things up, badly, as they're late. fuck.

going to bed.