One of my roles in this household is finder par excellence. Doesn’t much matter what’s missing; probably I can find it. Given the level of entropy that reigns here, that’s a very necessary role. Well, right now I can’t poke into nooks and crannies, nor even step easily over stacked books. That is frustrating not only to me, but to people who are accustomed to saying “do you know where x is” and having me either tell them where to look or get up and locate it. Getting up to hunt is right out for the moment, and since I’m really migrating between my room and the family room, often I haven’t been in whatever room the missing item is in to have seen it. Right now the downstairs phone (a cordless) is on the missing list. Someone else is going to have to find it. Who knows? Maybe someone else will develop that skill over the next month or so.
Well, I could always call you and someone could try an locate the missing phone from its ringing….
G’mar Tov, R’Fuah Sh’leymah, and don’t even think of fasting, although my memory is you cannot anyway.