Here is Brendan handing me my old
canvas tote bag that goes everywhere with me.
In it is my journal that contains a few lines from
everyday life, everyday, over the last 8 years.
I left it in a rental car yesterday and cried myself
to sleep last night thinking about where it might be.
On the phone this morning Brendan said, "Well, it's right here."
It's right here. Whew.