All set to write my post on tanning addiction, I searched for the camera cord. It wasn't in the case, it wasn't dangling in my purse, it wasn't in my canvas "everything that doesn't fit in my purse that I need to bring to work" bag. I searched my house. I searched the cats' toy box. Then I remembered my hour in the sun. I must have left it on the grassy campus mall and it has rained twice since then.
T ordered a new cord for me which should arrive in a few days. Until then, I'll have to post old photos. (Insert sad face.) Thankfully this week's Called to the Table column (warning: column contains confessions about cheating on my butcher) includes a recipe I first created last year and I've got a few dozen photos of Grilled Trout Burgers from which to choose.