Tim found my digital camera, on the roof of my car of all places.
I thought I had put it on the top of my car (my car has a roof rack). And I did, but somehow it got wedged in the corner of the rack and stayed on my car for a more than a day. Now the most incredible part is that I have driven more than 80 miles, to and from work, so we have no idea how or why my camera did not smash into a million little pieces on the highway.
So I feel a bit stupid for not really checking the car's roof, but all's well that ends well. Now that I'm out of this mopey mood (and the Red Sox are winning tonight), I'm going to write a poem.
Thanks for the words of support today, it helped--more than you know.