fortunate influx of friendness

However many times it happens, I remain un-condition-able when it comes to leaving behind doggie bags. In light of this self knowledge, when JB handed me his manuscript the other night at dinner, I said, "Please, REMIND ME, like make sure, that I take this when we leave."

"Just put it in your bag."
"It won't fit."
"Put it on top."
"It won't matter. Trust me." But I put it on top, with him saying he'd remind me.

[Fast-forward two hours.]
I sit straight up on the couch as a few of us are sitting around talking. Heads turn, startled.

"The manuscript."
"No. You couldn't have. It was right on top. You had it in your hand."
"But had to put it down to get my coat on and button it!"
"Maybe you left it at the dry cleaners?"
"No. I don't remember carrying it at all. Dear god."

I call the restaurant. A guy with a thick French accent answers, so that narrows it down to every guy who works there. My forced-calm and guilt-laden voice begins, "Hi. This is D. We were in there just a bit ago..."

"I remember you."
"...and I left a manuscript on the table."
"Yes, it is [audible effort to make 'h' sound] 'Heroes.'"
"Yes! Can someone pick it up tomorrow?"
"Yes, sweetheart, it is okay..." [continuing French scheduling details]

KR offered to, and did in fact, pick it up.

That was yesterday.

This morning, I was nearly into work and realized I'd forgotten my cell phone. There are only a few things I fear ever leaving behind .

Worst Possible Thing to Leave Behind: a baby, particularly on a car roof (I've done it with [virgin] drinks - so leaving a virgin human is at least a possibility).

Leaving behind my cellphone is not far behind, in terms of freak-out factor.

An email was sent out. KR responded, and - bless her - brought Pearl to me.

All is well, and I am thankful for so much and many.

:)