Yesterday I realized that I was missing my St. Paul coin that I bought a couple weeks back. I still have St. Anthony (the patron saint of lost articles), so he SHOULD help me find St. Paul.
But more seriously, I am having difficulty finding my wedding ring. I hadn’t worn it for some time because it was irritating my skin. More like my finger got too fat. I went through about 80% of my dresser. Must figure out where else I would have put it.
On the plus side, my wife gave me a grimy looking Martin Van Buren $1 gold coin. And my 2nd proctoring stint was only two hours long instead of five.