It was supposed to rain today, so we went out early-ish for a paper and a few groceries, then came home to read the paper. We then went out to do a few errands. I needed a small clock battery, so we went to Radio Shack. James discovered there that he had not put his cell phone on—or it had dropped off (the belt clip hasn't been working properly, but I thought I had fixed it yesterday). I phoned his phone before we left Radio Shack, but heard no responding ring. James figured he had left it at home and we went on with our errands.

But it wasn't at home when we got there. I called the phone again and noticed it was going directly to voice mail. So someone was either using it or the battery is dead. Great. So I went to Verizon's website where they have a record of our calls. It doesn't say there is any activity—yet. I knew we'd had it at the hobby shop, so we called every place we had gone after that, especially the vet, as Willow had been squirming around so much when we were there that it could have gotten kicked off. The only place that was closed was the deli. No one we called has the phone. We couldn't reach Food Depot, so James drove there, and I searched the yard in case it fell off during one of Willow's walks. No dice. Well, damn...

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