I've decided that the reason I can't find things here in this new/old
house is that we have some kind of timey-wimey blackholes in the walls,
AND/OR we have subterranean gremlins that live under the floorboards of the house. They
must sneak up through the cracks overnight and
snatch anything that interests them.
Like, for example, my notebook of story ideas.
Why is it, that the smaller my living abode shrinks, the harder it is to find stuff?
Answer me that.
several days of pondering that question, and tearing the house
apart--twice--I've decided that the only logical answer is, and I
I'm thinking they look sort of like this:
More study is needed on this matter.