So yesterday while working at The Beat I left for a moment to grab some breakfast. The cafe next door was closed so I had to drive around the corner to Cafe Trieste. The line was really long, so I walked across the street to Bacheeso and ordered a roasted turkey sandwich and a coffee to get closer to the $10 credit card minimum. However, a few hours later I realized that my wallet was missing. I definitely had it to pay for my sandwich. And since I was rushing to get back to The Beat since I left the desk unstaffed I slipped my credit card into the side pocket of my back pack - something I never do.
So on my way to Livermore last night I stopped at the cafe but no wallet - and The Beat was closed. I searched my car but no luck and this morning I hoped that it was at the studio. But also no go. I have since canceled my debit cards and will had to the DMV tomorrow morning to get a new drivers license. The only real bummer is a gift card I have from World Market. Everything else can be replaced. Randy Symank has a palm pilot if I want it. But I am rather zen about the whole thing. I wonder with all of the identity theft that I should be more concerned. But I truly think there's nothing to be worried about. It's all just a big inconvenience.
I have a big week ahead of me with teaching at Davis, a callback at 42nd Street Moon, and lots of driving. I crashed when I got home from the city this afternoon, but think my body needs to catch up. I had a little dinner at 8pm, but think I will head back to bed.
Gratitudes:
1. Randy for sharing my love of trying new things
2. living in a beautiful state
3. coffee
4. the ability to fix my own bike
5. friends who share good news
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