I had brought it into the study to type my "Traffic Report" entry. My memory was that I had slipped it into my pants' pocket (the convenient size is one of the things I love about this product) when I was done. I drove to work as normal, via the traditional zig-zag route. I parked, then started to walk to the building. Somehow, my pants didn't feel as heavy as they should have. I patted my left pocket, and felt no Moleskine.
"Well," I thought, "I must have been mistaken. I must have left it in the study."
Went to the study as soon as I got home, and — no journal.
On Sunday, I drove back to the parking garage and searched the area between where I normally park and the building. No journal.
I wasn't panicked, but I was sad to lose it. I've filled between 10-15 pages with my barely legible handwriting.
Elsie quite reasonably asked if there was any irreplaceable in the journal. Well, I'm pretty sure everything in the journal has been posted on my web-log. There was some sensitive information in the back pocket, but a person would have a challenge figuring out what that information related to.
Elsie's question suggested the obvious solution of buying a new Moleskine™. So, after hunting for it in the parking garage, I ran down to a local bookshop & got one.
Last night, on my way to bed, I had the idea of looking behind the flight path. I guess I should explain that "flight path" is my term for the place I stack stuff I plan to take with me each day. Currently, the flight path is my music center, which is topped by a hard-plastic covered turn table. There's between 2-3 inches between the music center and the wall.
You guessed it. The journal was there. Below, you see the interior of the journal with the original of "Traffic Report" on the recto.
I suppose I'll need to start writing a lot more to make the purchase of an additional Moleskine worth it. Although — I've learned they make pretty nice gifts as well.
One last thing I like about the Moleskine — the paper quality is such that the pen seems to just glide across the page.
It's like skating with words.
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