There is an ever-growing list of things I can’t find. I think my dogs are gaslighting me. I might have to add a candle of St. Anthony (patron saint of lost things) to the Justice and the Songbird. Kidding. This isn’t an altar, but boy does the writing sanctuary smell divine.
In today’s search for what I didn’t find, I turned up three additional years of personal diary pages, so that organization task is still happening.