Well, spit

I lost my hat. My nice, dorky fleece-lined baseball cap with the ear-flaps. I had it yesterday. I wore it yesterday afternoon. I took it off when I got in the car, put it in my bag, took it (I thought) into the house. Except this morning I couldn't find it in my bag. Oh, no worries, I thought; it's in the car. Except not.

Sigh.

Not the season to be hatless.