Lost

My blog post for this week is missing. I had it in a drawer.

I left it in a drawer. It was there waiting for me. On a torn slip of yellow, college-ruled paper.

My blog post was in there.

And now it's gone.

I've checked the drawer three times, yes. I always check three times before I come and tell you that something is missing. I always check once, and then check again, and then decide that I want to tell you that something is missing. I always want to talk to you after I've checked for something twice and can't find it.


But I know.

I know.

All this time has past, and now—now—I know. Check again. Always check a third time. Always check once more.

And then I can talk to you. That's when something is really missing. After I've checked a third time. That's when you will talk to me about it. The third time is the charm. The third time means I'm committed to finding what is missing.

Three times.

And then.

So my blog post is missing. Have you seen it?

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