My chess-playing nephew will not be in attendance, as he and his father signed up to go to that national event called GenCon or some such.
I worry that my small electronic gadgets headed on the lam to the Island of Digital Toys.
My cell phone and my mp3 player both went missing, although there is no factual continuity in their use to suggest a conspiracy. I tend to lose things when I experience more stress in my life, as when, as now, my work proves very demanding. I consider it a rather good thing, though, that I am not feeling too beleagured or burdened, even if these indicia exist that I may in fact be a bit under the gun. I would hate to have to replace the mp3 player, because although it is an inexpensive unit, I'd have to re-load so many songs.
I have confidence that my missing gizmos will re-materialize, but I wish I had the imagination to figure out where they roamed. Between my early Summer escapade with missing keys and my 100-degree-August-lost-toy special time, I realize I should be more innnovative in how I approach these things in my life.