I wake up with a horrible cold or horrible allergies–funny how the body responds the same to real or imagined threats against it–and dread the morning. I can’t find one box of tissues anywhere.
Then, I realize I’ve lost my cell phone.
Sniffling and pitiful, I wander to the basement just in case my cell phone is lost amid the scatter of assignment sheets and lesson plans. Still sniffling, I spy it innocently positioned in the most curious of places.
Right next to a box of tissues.
Flair came early and reminded me that what I lose sometimes brings me to what needs to be found.