April 18

I was out to a grocery store this morning.

This afternoon I was tidying up and realized that one of my gloves was missing.  I'm sure I was wearing it when I came back into the building but stopped to use hand sanitizer and I was dealing with two grocery bags so I imagine I dropped it at that point.  I went and checked the hallways and the lobby but no luck.

These are gloves that were given to me by a former friend around 50 years ago and I've worn them off and on since.  I guess I assumed they would be with me for the rest of my life.

So I'm feeling such a sense of loss.

Isn't that silly?  In the middle of a pandemic I'm mourning the loss of a glove.