So, I was sitting around this morning, checking my e-mail, when my brother told me there was a funny beeping sound coming from the stack of my belongings in the living room. He made the sound; it was a bee-DOOP, bee-DOOP, bee-DOOP.
It was, actually, my Z22.
I had gone through my backpack three or four times yesterday, but there was an inner pocket that I had missed somehow, and the Z22 had slid into that hidden inner pocket. So it turns out that both I and the PDA arrived safe and sound.
I could get all Biblical on you and tie this in to a parable, but I think I’ll just have breakfast instead.
This morning, my sister-in-law, the kids and I are headed to San Juan Capistrano.