Great

And just as I thought things couldn't get worse, I realize that my engagement ring is missing. The help and I just spent the last half hour turning everything inside out and upside down.

Sharon reported that she saw me wearing it before I left for school yesterday, but didn't notice me wearing it when I got back home. This morning, I couldn't find it among my daily jewelry which are usually bunched up together on my night table.

Paolo is silent. Obviously disappointed.

The only place I could think of where I MAY have left it is in school by one of the bathroom sinks, where I brushed my teeth after taking lunch. I have ABSOLUTELY NO MEMORY of me removing the ring. But habits like this are so automatic, so unconscious that they hardly make an imprint.

But that isn't an excuse. I just called the school and reported it missing. I am storming the heavens, praying that a kind soul took pity on a scatter-brain and turned it over. When I do get it back (I am visualizing that I will. I WILL.) I think I won't be wearing something as precious for a while.

I won't know until the Lost and Found office opens again tomorrow whether it was turned over or not. Meanwhile, there is nothing I can do but sit and wait and hope.

Here is hoping that writing about it here will take away the power this incident is having on my day. Which happens to just be starting.

Oh God please help me. I have too many many things on my mind as it is.

I think I