I just lost one of my favorite material posessions: my sunglasses.
Carla gave them to me a few years ago, and I grew to love them so much that I have been dreading the day when they would be lost or broken.
Today was that day.
I took a long walk and they fell out of my back pocket somewhere. If there were daylight left, I would have retraced my steps completely... but there is little hope for me now.
Yes, I am ashamed for placing such value on something so stupid, but I'm going to waste a lot of time tomorrow trying to search the internet for a duplicate pair.
At least I have a sweet photo of Peter wearing them.
