So today, first day back at work, we were asked if we wanted to leave early.
Seeing it as an opportunity to continue the progress of the weekend, I left after half a day. I had laundry. I gathered up the tablecloths used over the holidays to be washed. All the kitchen and bathroom rugs. Towels. The shower curtains (the first floor bathroom has a clawfoot tub so it has three shower curtains around the oval brass rail suspended from the ceiling).
Since Tim was working on the exhaust fan in the bathroom and had blown in insulation everywhere, I pulled the hamper, rugs, shower curtains and towels into the hall to separate into piles and carried the three loads of sorted laundry to the basement one at a time as the washer finished its work and everything went into the dryer. The hamper was set outside the dryer. The clothes went into the hamper when dried, brought upstairs, folded and put where they belonged.
So how did I end up losing a shower curtain?
A shower curtain!
I have looked. Tim thought I was being ridiculous and he looked too. In the end, he said, "Well...it's lost alright."
He still laughs every time he looks at my perplexed face.
It'll show up. I mean it can't be lost forever. It's not like it is a sock.